Miguel de Unamuno

(1864-1936 / Spain)

Miguel de Unamuno Quotes

  • ''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.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 5 (1913).
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  • ''The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 7 (1670).
  • ''Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 5 (1913, trans. 1921).
  • ''There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness.... Man is the more man—that is, the more divine—the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 9 (1913).
  • ''Man dies of cold, not of darkness.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 4 (1913).
  • ''To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 9 (1913, trans. 1921).
  • ''To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 7 (1913).
  • ''The skeptic does not mean him who doubts, but him who investigates or researches, as opposed to him who asserts and thinks that he has found.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. "My Religion," Essays and Soliloquies (1924).

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It is Night, in My Study

It is night, in my study.
The deepest solitude; I hear the steady
shudder in my breast
--for it feels all alone,
and blanched by my mind--
and I hear my blood
with even murmur
fill up the silence.
You might say the thin stream

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