Love is invisible, and comes in and goes out as he likes, without anyone calling him to account for what he does. - Miguel de Cervantes

But to give him anything to drink was impossible, or would have been so had not the landlord bored a reed, and putting one end in his mouth poured the wine into him through the other; all which he bore with patience rather than sever the ribbons of his helmet.

Do we know exactly who we are? The more urgently we quest for our authentic selves, the more they tend to recede. The Knight and Sancho, as the great work closes, know exactly who they are, not so much by their adventures as through their marvelous conversations, be they quarrels or exchanges of insights.

Dile con lengua curiosa cosas de que no disguste, y ten por cierta una cosa: que no hay mujer que no guste de oírse llamar hermosa.