These terrible sociologists, who are the astrologers and alchemists of our twentieth century. - Miguel de Unamuno

For the truth is that our doctrines are usually only the justification a posteriori of our conduct, or else they are our way of trying to explain that conduct to ourselves.

¡Qué ganas tengo de dormir, dormir, dormir sin fin, dormir por toda una eternidad y sin soñar!, ¡olvidando el sueño! Cuando me entierren, que sea en una caja hecha con aquellas seis tablas que tallé del viejo nogal, ¡pobrecito!, a cuya sombra jugué de niño, cuando empezaba a soñar… ¡Y entonces sí que creía en la vida perdurable! Es decir, me figuro ahora que creía entonces. Para un niño creer no es más que soñar.

And the conversion of the other Don Quixote — he who was converted only to die — was possible because he was mad, and it was his madness, and not his death or his conversion that immortalized him, earning him forgiveness for this crime of having been born. Felix culpa! And neither was his madness cured, but only transformed. His death was his last knightly adventure; in dying he stormed heaven, which suffereth violence.