While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this. -Don Quixote.

She left my world spinning
like windmills
on the plains of la Mancha.

By God and upon my conscience", said the devil, "I never observed it, for my mind is occupied with so many different things that I was forgetting the main thing I came about." "This demon must be an honest fellow and a good Christian," said Sancho; "for if he wasn't he wouldn't swear by God and his conscience; I feel sure now there must be good souls even in hell itself.

Bear in mind, Sancho, that one man is no more than another, unless he does more than another.

Hasta la muerte, todo es vida.