We are not men, to have need of another, an eternal life; we are women, and for us one moment with man we love is everlasting Paradise, one moment fa… - Nikos Kazantzakis

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?

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

The highest point a man can obtain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!