„Ei ole nii halba raamatut, mis midagi head ei sisaldaks,“, ütles bakalaureus. „Selles pole kahtlust,“ vastas don Quijote. „Aga tihtipeale juhtub, et… - Miguel de Cervantes

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

Thy enterprises speed, Didst thou the light mid Libya's sands Or Jaca's rocks first see?

I don't say it and I don't think it. It's their affair and let them eat it with their bread; whether or not they were lovers, they've already made their accounting with God. I tend to my vines, it's their business, not mine; I don't stick my nose in; if you buy and lie, your purse wants to know why. Besides, naked I was born, and naked I'll die: I don't lose or gain a thing; whatever they were, it's all the same to me. And many folks think there's bacon when there's not even a hook to hang it on. But who can put doors on a field? Let them say what they please, I don't care.