What happiness this is: to fly, skimming over the earth just as we do in our dreams! Life has become a dream. Can this be the meaning of paradise?
Nikos KazantzakisHow could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!
Nikos KazantzakisLife is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.
Nikos Kazantzakis