بعيداً عن العقل وفي الهاوية المقدسة للقلب أتوازن مرتجفاً - Nikos Kazantzakis

Only one woman exists in this world, one woman with countless faces.

The more devils we have within us, the more chance we have to form angels.

"Fire is the first and final mask of my God. We dance and weep between two enormous pyres." Our thoughts and our bodies flash and glitter with reflected light. Between the two pyres I stand serenely, my brain unshaken amid the vertigo, and I say: "Time is most short and space most narrow between these two pyres, the rhythm of this life is most sluggish, and I have no time, nor a place to dance in. I cannot wait." Then all at once the rhythm of the earth becomes a vertigo, time disappears, the moment whirls, becomes eternity, and every point in space — insect or star or idea — turns into dance.