Read Don Quixote; it is a very good book; I still read it frequently.
Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
For me alone Don Quixote was born and I for him. His was the power of action, mine of writing.
Inside every Sancho Panza there's a Don Quixote struggling to get out.
A wood carving of Quixote on his nag Rocinante graced my childhood home.
'Don Quijote' by Cervantes. I read the original Spanish version when I was in high school. Such a classic!
The mass of mankind is divided into two classes, the Sancho Panza's who have a sense for reality, but no ideals, and the Don Quixote's with a sense for ideals, but mad.
Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I'm on the road with my shield on my arm.
While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.
How many different works of art have been inspired by 'Don Quixote?' Thousands. Most people enter the novel, for better or worse, through the musical the 'Man Of La Mancha.'
Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad.
Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern.
At this the duchess, laughing all the while, said: "Sancho Panza is right in all he has said, and will be right in all he shall say.
