هذه هي الحرية . أن تهوى شيئا ما ، و فجأة تتغلب على هواك و تلقي بكنزك في الهواء . أن تتحرر من هوى ، لتخضع لهوى آخر أكثر نبلا منه. - Nikos Kazantzakis

"Να πεθαίνεις κάθε μέρα. Να γεννιέσαι κάθε μέρα. Ν' αρνιέσαι ό, τι έχεις κάθε μέρα. Η ανώτατη αρετή δεν είναι να' σαι ελεύτερος, παρά να μάχεσαι για ελευτερία.
Μην καταδέχεσαι να ρωτάς: "Θα νικήσουμε; Θα νικηθούμε;" Πολέμα!"

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It is not you talking, but innumerable ancestors talking with your mouth. It is not you who desire, but innumerable generations of descendants longing with your heart. Your dead do not lie in the ground. They have become birds, trees, air. You sit under their shade, you are nourished by their flesh, you inhale their breathing. They have become ideas and passions, they determine your will and your actions. Future generations do not move far from you in an uncertain time. They live, desire, and act in your loins and your heart. In this lightning moment when you walk the earth, your first duty, by enlarging your ego, is to live through the endless march, both visible and invisible, of your own being.