When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What vanity,' they screamed, 'what insolence! Just think, it believes it can bring spring in this way!' The flowers of the almond tree blushed for shame. 'Forgive me, my sisters,' said the tree. 'I swear I did not want to blossom, but suddenly I felt a warm springtime breeze in my heart.
Nikos KazantzakisThe 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.
Nikos KazantzakisAll those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?
Nikos KazantzakisGod changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.
Nikos Kazantzakis