Character: Sancho Panza

Sir! Soon depletes before coaching Inn. I a beg your grace not to confess nor the owner nor the guests that we have suffered from the beating. Why? And because people like to see beaten, strive would consider something else. Would be crippled, and offenders will be. Who is miserable, and knocked down. Who is weak and sick, the unhappy and the hare. You understand me, Senor?

- ... I have heard that the so-called Fortuna is drunk and quarrelsome woman, and in addition also the blind: she cannot see what he is doing, and doesn't know who she overthrows and who exalts.
- You are a philosopher, Sancho, said don Quixote, are you quite think straight, I don't know from whom you learned it. I believe, however, is not superfluous to note that there is no Fortune there, and everything in the world is happening, good or bad, is accomplished not by accident but by the special predestination of the sky, and that's where the famous saying: "Every man is the blacksmith of his own happiness."

Simply, I do not like anything long to store: store-store, looking, and it already proverka - that's what I'm afraid of.

I'm starting to think that hell it is possible to meet good people.

Now feed me or take away the governorship, because the position that can not feed one who is not worth two beans.

Where the music is playing, there may not be anything wrong.

On a clear conscience will tell you, sir, - said Sancho - on Kurnool to rely not necessary, that is, understand, to death; for her inexperienced chick that the elder greybeards - all is one, and from our priest I have heard that she often looks at the high towers of kings as in the miserable huts of the poor. This lady loves to show his power, than shyness. It is not in the least fussy: everything eats, does not hesitate and the bag fills with people of all ages and ranks. She's not the kind of ENIC, who like to NAP in the afternoon: she shakes every hour and, moreover, any grass - green and dry, and, I suppose, not chew, and just like eats and swallows whatever you got, because she's hungry, like a dog, and never eats his fill, and even though she has no belly, but still you'd think she has dropsy because she so greedily vizivaet the lives of all who live in the world like a bucket of cold water.

God sends the wound, Lord it and overcoat, nobody knows what lies ahead, tomorrow is still far away, but rather one hour, even one minute, to the whole house collapsed, I saw with my own eyes: the rain comes, and then you the sun is shining, go to bed right as rain. woke up - neither to sigh, nor to sigh. And who, pray tell, can boast that hammer the nail into the wheel of Fortune? Of course, no one, and between a woman's Yes and a woman's "no" I would tip pins did not poke anyway not fit. Let me just to be sure that Quiteria loves Basilio with all my heart and from the heart, and I gave him head vouch for success, for love, as I heard, wears spectacles, through which copper seem gold, poverty wealth, and pus - pearls.

Whores, as they say, the toys, and we feast.

Dead, as they say, the place is in a coffin, and living beside the loaf.

.. And though I know that women talk nonsense and still not listen to them fools..

When I sleep I know no fear, no hope, no trouble, no Beatitudes. Thank you, whoever invented sleep. It is a single clock, trimming the shepherd and king, fool and wise man. There is only one bad deep sleep, they say that it resembles death.