He who loves his neighbor burns his heart, and the heart, like green wood, groans when it burns, and distills itself in tears. There is no point in taking opium; it is better to put salt and vinegar in the soul's wound, for if you fall asleep and no longer feel the pain, then you no longer exist. And the point is to exist.
Miguel de UnamunoIt is not the shilling I give you that counts, but the warmth that it carries with it from my hand.
Miguel de UnamunoMan is perishing. That may be, and if it is nothingness that awaits us let us so act that it will be an unjust fate.
Miguel de Unamuno