أنا لست طيبا، ولست نقيا، و لست مطمئنا. السعادة لا تطاق و الشقاء لا يطاق. أنا مليء بهمهمات ذعر و ظلام، أتدفق دموعا و دماء داخل زريبة لحمي الساخنة هذه - Nikos Kazantzakis

إن الطريقة الوحيدة في تخليص نفسك هي في مساعدة الاخرين

Fools, art is a heavy task, more heavy than gold crowns;
it's far more difficult to match firm words than armies,
they're disciplined troops, unconquered, to be placed in rhythm,
the mind's most mighty foe, and not disperse in air.
I'd give, believe me, a whole land for one good song,
for I know well that only words, that words alone,
like the high mountains, have no fear of age or death.

Let people be, boss; don't open their eyes. And supposing you did, what'd they see? Their misery! Leave their eyes closed, boss, and let them go on dreaming!