Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble. - Nikos Kazantzakis

This is the moment of greatest crisis. This is the signal for the March to begin. If you do not hear this Cry tearing at your entrails, do not set out.

ان الاحداث المعاصرة لم تكن سوى امور قديمة في روح زوربا ما دام هو نفسه قد تجاوزها ولا شك ان البرق والمراكب البخارية وسكك الحديد والاخلاق السائدة والوطن والدين كانت تبدو في عقله كبنادق عتيقة صدئة
لقد كانت روحه تتقدم باسرع مما يتقدم العالم

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?