Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)

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.]

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does read more

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which
only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.
[Sp., No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista,
y no rinden la voluntad.]

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
[Sp., Haceos miel, y paparos han moscas.]

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
[Sp., Haceos miel, y paparos han moscas.]

Hell is paved with priests' skulls.

Hell is paved with priests' skulls.