My thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back. - Miguel de Cervantes

"Ah, but Senor!" exclaimed the niece, "your Grace should send them to be burned along with the rest; for I shouldn't wonder at all if my uncle, after he has been cured off this chivalry sickness, reading one of these books, should take it into his head to become a shepherd and go wandering through the woods and meadows singing and piping, or, what is worse, become a poet, which they say is an incurable disease and one that is very catching."

Agora penso que é verdade, como se costuma dizer - disse Mahamut -, que o que a gente sabe sentir sabe dizer, mesmo que algumas vezes a emoção emudeça a língua.

que el comenzar las cosas es tenerlas medio acabadas. — ¡Par