It was certainly not this mummified and outrageously painted old woman he was seeing before him, but the entire "female species," as it was his custom to call women. The individual disappeared, the features were obliterated, whether young or senile, beautiful or ugly - those were mere unimportant variations. Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.
Nikos KazantzakisThe sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.
Nikos KazantzakisAs you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow.
Nikos KazantzakisThe heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.
Nikos Kazantzakis