Don Quixote's Misfortune Is Not

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.

For We Are Like Tree Trunks In The Snow. In Appearance They Lie Smoothly And A Little Push Should Be Enough To Set Them Rolling. No, It Can't Be Done, For They Are Firmly Wedded To The Ground. But See, Even That Is Only Appearance.

No One Can Crave What Truly Harms Him.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.