Maxioms by Miguel De Unamuno
Feast of All Souls If you ask me how I believe in God, how God creates Himself in me, read more
Feast of All Souls If you ask me how I believe in God, how God creates Himself in me, and reveals Himself to me, my answer may perhaps provoke your smiles or laughter, and even scandalize you. I believe in God as I believe in my friends, because I feel the breath of His affection, feel His invisible and intangible hand drawing me, leading me, grasping me.
We never know, believe me, when we have succeeded best.
We never know, believe me, when we have succeeded best.
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid read more
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid -- in which case all comment is superfluous -- or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true for you.
Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true for you.
