Rarely, if ever, can ambition be satisfied with no harm to another. - Miguel de Cervantes

Well, the same thing happens in the drama and business of this world, where some play emperors, others pontiffs, in short, all the figures that can be presented in a play, but at the end, which is when life is over, death removes all the clothing that differentiated them, and all are equal in the grave.” “That’s a fine comparison,” said Sancho, “though not so new that I haven’t heard it many times before, like the one about chess: as long as the game lasts, each piece has its particular rank and position, but when the game’s over they’re mixed and jumbled and thrown together in a bag, just the way life is tossed into the grave.”1 “Every day, Sancho,” said Don

for the truth may run fine but will not break, and always rises above falsehood as oil above water;

siendo advertimiento de caballeros andantes que, cuando han probado una aventura y no salido bien con ella, es señal que no está para ellos guardada, sino para otros; y así, no tienen necesidad de probarla segunda vez.