Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope. - Miguel de Unamuno

Nothing is lost, nothing wholly passes away, for in some way or another everything is perpetuated; and everything, after passing through time, returns to eternity.

Los hombres no sucumbimos a las grandes penas ni a las grandes alegrías, y es porque esas penas y esas alegrías vienen embozadas en una

I feel that I have within me a medieval soul, and I believe that the soul of my country is medieval, that it has perforce passed through the Renaissance, the Reformation, and the Revolution — learning from them, yes, but without allowing them to touch the soul, preserving the spiritual inheritance which has come down from what are called the Dark Ages. And Quixotism is simply the most desperate phase of the struggle between the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, which was the offering of the Middle Ages.