183 ordspråk av Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.
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Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our own deeds
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Good painters imitate nature, bad ones spew it up.
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He got the better of himself, and that's the best kind of victory one can wish for
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He has an oar in every man's boat and a finger in every pie
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He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.
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He preaches well that lives well, quoth Sancho; that's all the divinity I understand
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He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
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He who sings frightens away his ills.
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He who sings scares away his woes
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Heaven's help is better than early rising
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History is a sacred kind of writing, because truth is essential to it, and where truth is, there God himself is, so far as truth is concerned
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Hold you there, neither a strange hand nor my own, neither heavy nor light shall touch my bum.
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Honesty is the best policy.
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Honesty's the best policy
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