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Tell me what company thou keepest and I'll tell thee what thou art.
Miguel de Cervantes
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Miguel de Cervantes
Age: 69 †
Born: 1547
Born: January 1
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
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Miguel de Cervantes Cortinas
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Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched.
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I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.
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All is not gold that glisters.
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Those two fatal words, Mine and Thine.
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Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.
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Man have to have friends even in hell.
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To be good to the vile is to throw water into the sea.
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The pen is the tongue of the mind.
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I do not insist, answered Don Quixote, that this is a full adventure, but it is the beginning of one, for this is the way adventures begin.
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When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?
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Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.
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Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
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Get out of harms way.
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