إن الانسان قلما يحس بالسعادة وهو يمارسها، فاذا ما انتهت سعادته ورجع ببصره إليها، أحس فجأة وبشيء من الدهشة في بعض الاحيان، بروعة السعادة التي كان ينعم… - Nikos Kazantzakis

- Брей, каква машина е човекът! Туряш ѝ хляб, вино, риба, репички, и излизат въздишки, смях и сънища. Фабрика!

High up where the poor sat, the people quaked with fear:
they saw the soul stretched on the ground, a votive beast
beaten by the conflicting powers of light and dark,
and their minds shook, nor knew now what great god to choose,
for comfort's road dropped to the right, the rough ascent
rose to the left, and both roads seemed to lead to God,
while at the crossroads stood the human heart, and swayed.

I will not accept boundaries; appearances cannot contain me; I choke! To bleed in this agony, and to live it profoundly, is the second duty. The mind is patient and adjusts itself, it likes to play; but the heart grows savage and will not condescend to play; it stifles and rushes to tear apart the nets of necessity.