You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.
Nikos KazantzakisWhen 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 KazantzakisEvery village has its simpleton, and if one does not exist they invent one to pass the time.
Nikos Kazantzakis