Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

Inexperience loves to preach.

How does the light of a star set out and plunge into black eternity in its immortal course? The star dies, but the light never dies; such also is the cry of freedom.

We're going to start with small, easy things; then, little by little we shall try our hand at the big things. And after that, after we finish the big things, we shall undertake the impossible.