For me alone Don Quixote was born and I for him. His was the power of action, mine of writing.
You cannot eat your cake and have your cake.
He preaches well that lives well
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.
Be not under the dominion of thine own will; it is the vice of the ignorant, who vainly presume on their own understanding.
Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.