Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free. inscription on Kazantakis's tomb in Heraklion, Greece
The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow.
Inexperience loves to preach.
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.