The philosophy of the soul of my people appears to me as an expression of an inward tragedy analogous to the tragedy of the soul of Don Quixote, as t… - Miguel de Unamuno

Pues decía que cuando uno se casa, si lo hace enamorado de veras, al principio no puede tocar el cuerpo de su mujer sin emberrenchinarse y encenderse en deseo carnal, pero que pasa tiempo, se acostumbra, y llega un día en que lo mismo le es tocar con la mano al muslo desnudo de su mujer que al propio muslo suyo; pero también entonces, si tuvieran que cortarle a su mujer el muslo, le dolería como si le cortasen el propio.

Man is said to be a reasoning animal. I do not know why he has not been defined as an affective or feeling animal. Perhaps that which differentiates him from other animals is feeling rather than reason. More often I have seen a cat reason than laugh or weep. Perhaps it weeps or laughs inwardly — but then perhaps, also inwardly, the crab resolves equations of the second degree.

Glorious is the risk! — καλος γαρ ο κινδυνος, glorious is the risk that we are able to run of our souls never dying … Faced with this risk, I am presented with arguments designed to eliminate it, arguments demonstrating the absurdity of the belief in the immortality of the soul; but these arguments fail to make any impression on me, for they are reasons and nothing more than reasons, and it is not with reasons that the heart is appeased. I do not want to die — no; I neither want to die nor do I want to want to die; I want to live for ever and ever and ever. I want this "I" to live — this poor "I" that I am and that I feel myself to be here and now, and therefore the problem of the duration of my soul, of my own soul, tortures me.