¡Dios no os de paz y si gloria! - Miguel de Unamuno

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

And thus the soul pities God and feels itself pitied by him; loves Him and feels loved by Him, sheltering its misery in the bosom of the eternal and infinite misery, which, in eternalizing itself and infinitizing itself, is the supreme happiness itself.

Quien conozca una, una sola bien, las conoce todas, conoce a la Mujer. Además, ya sabe usted que todo lo que se gana en extensión se pierde en intensidad.