A knight errant who turns mad for a reason deserves neither merit nor thanks. The thing is to do it without cause.

Take care, your worship, those things over there are not giants but windmills.

In me the need to talk is a primary impulse, and I can't help saying right off what comes to my tongue.

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.