My entire soul is a cry, and all my work the commentary on that cry. - Nikos Kazantzakis

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

Death's dry bones glowed with light in the erotic dark
but he woke not nor felt the two warm bodies merge;
the male worm then took heart and in his wife's ear whispered:
"With one sweet kiss, dear wife, we've conquered conquering Death!"

What is truth? What is falsehood? Whatever gives wings to men, whatever produces great works and great souls and lifts up a man's height above the earth - that's true. Whatever clips off man's wings - that's false.