لكنـِّي نجوت!. عبرتُ النباتات ذات اللحاء السميك. عبرتُ الأسماك والطيور والوحوش، وصرتُ إنساناً. لقد صرتُ إنساناً.. والآن أكافح لكي أتركه خلفي. - Nikos Kazantzakis

We have seen the highest circle of spiraling powers. We have named this circle God. We might have given it any other name we wished: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Absolute Light, Matter, Spirit, Ultimate Hope, Ultimate Despair, Silence. But we have named it God because only this name, for primordial reasons, can stir our hearts profoundly. And this deeply felt emotion is indispensable if we are to touch, body with body, the dread essence beyond logic. Within this gigantic circle of divinity we are in duty bound to separate and perceive clearly the small, burning arc of our epoch.

Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.

A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.