"كل فكرة لها تأثير حقيقي، لها أيضاًِ وجود حقيقي. انها هنا. انها لاتجري في الهواء غير مرئية. ان لها جسداً حقيقياً: عينين، وفماً، وقدمين ومعدة. انها رجل أو … - Nikos Kazantzakis

Every man has his own circle composed of trees, animals, men, ideas, and he is in duty bound to save this circle. He, and no one else. If he does not save it, he cannot be saved. These are the labors each man is given and is in duty bound to complete before he dies. He may not otherwise be saved. For his own soul is scattered and enslaved in these things about him, in trees, in animals, in men, in ideas, and it is his own soul he saves by completing these labors.

When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags — without desires — shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I — free, fearless, and blissful — retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?

Overdraw me Lord, and who cares if I break!