If you love me, be patient. Look at the trees. Are they in a hurry to ripen their fruit? - Nikos Kazantzakis

Every man has his folly, but the greatest folly of all … is not to have one.

Enlighten the dark blood of your ancestors, shape their cries into speech, purify their will, widen their narrow, unmerciful brows. This is your second duty. For you are not only a slave. As soon as you were born, a new possibility was born with you, a free heartbeat stormed through the great sunless heart of your race.

Ένας δρόμος, ένας μονάχα οδηγάει στο Θεό, ο ανήφορος.