Maxioms by Cervantes (miguel De Cervantes Saavedra)
Thank you for nothing.
Thank you for nothing.
My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.
My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread
and butter of mine: Every man read more
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread
and butter of mine: Every man for himself and God for us all.
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
[Sp., Dios que da la llaga, da la medicina.]
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
[Sp., Dios que da la llaga, da la medicina.]
