My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars. - Nikos Kazantzakis

The major and almost only theme of all my work is the struggle of man with "God": the unyielding, inextinguishable struggle of the naked worm called "man" against the terrifying power and darkness of the forces within him and around him.

My God and I are horsemen galloping in the burning sun or under drizzling rain. Pale, starving, but unsubdued, we ride and converse. "Leader!" I cry. He turns his face toward me, and I shudder to confront his anguish. Our love for each other is rough and ready, we sit at the same table, we drink the same wine in this low tavern of life.

الفكرة هي كل شيء. أعندك ايمان؟ اذن فأن قطعة من قديم تصبح رفاتاً مقدساً. ليس لديك ايمان؟ ان الصليب المقدس كله يصبح باب قديماً. ص٢٢٧