"Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills."
"'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it."
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Source: Miguel De Cervantes (1930). “Don Quixote”
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