- Брей, каква машина е човекът! Туряш ѝ хляб, вино, риба, репички, и излизат въздишки, смях и сънища. Фабрика! - Nikos Kazantzakis

The rosy mountain peaks laughed like high lustrous thoughts,
and Helen, speechless, raised her pale hands toward the sun
and joyed to feel its warm rays falling on her frozen palms.

The more he approached the people and perceived their anger-filled eyes and the dark, tortured fierceness of their expressions, the more his heart stirred, the more his bowels flooded with deep sympathy and love. These are the people, he reflected. They are all brothers, every one of them, but they do not know it — and that is why they suffer. If they knew it, what celebrations there would be, what hugging and kissing, what happiness!

Ένας δρόμος, ένας μονάχα οδηγάει στο Θεό, ο ανήφορος.