It is not the shilling I give you that counts, but the warmth that it carries with it from my hand.
Miguel de UnamunoWhat we believe to be the motives of our conduct are usually but the pretexts for it.
Miguel de UnamunoFor it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth
Miguel de Unamuno