All the pride and pleasure of the world, mirrored in the dull consciousness of a fool, are poor indeed compared with the imagination of Cervantes writing his Don Quixote in a miserable prison.

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

Life is a useless passion.

man is a useless passion.

His death had been as futile as his life. He died ingloriously, of a stupid disease, failing once more, even at the end, to accomplish anything.

Sad as a wasted passion.

I am the Don Quixote of unreality.

But throughout history the man of intelligence and wisdom has been merely so much useless lumber in view of the State's purposes.

Since Don Quixote de la Mancha is a crazy fool and a madman, and since Sancho Panza, his squire, knows it, yet, for all that, serves and follows him, and hangs on these empty promises of his, there can be no doubt that he is more of a madman and a fool than his master.

L'homme est une passion inutile.

El hombre tenía tal entendimiento que ya casi no servía para nada.

Man is a useless passion. It is meaningless that we live and it is meaningless that we die.

L'homme est une passion inutile

Eventually Don Quixote’s last day on earth arrived, after he had received all the sacraments and had expressed, in many powerful words, his loathing of books of chivalry. The notary was present, and he said that he’d never read in any book of chivalry of any knight errant dying in his bed in such a calm and Christian manner as Don Quixote, who, amidst the tears and lamentations of everybody present, gave up the ghost; by which I mean to say he died.