عندما تضع زجاجة مكبرة تحت الشمس وتجمع كل الأشعة على نقطة واحدة؟ إن هذه النقطة سرعان ما تشتعل. لماذا؟ لأن قوة الشمس لم تتوزع ، لقد اجتمعت كلها على هذه… - Nikos Kazantzakis

I am NOT nothing! A vaporous phosphorescence on a damp meadow, a miserable worm that crawls and loves, that shouts and talks about wings for an hour or two until his mouth is blocked with earth. The dark powers give no other answer. But within me a deathless Cry, superior to me, continues to shout. For whether I want to or not, I am also, without doubt, a part of the visible and the invisible Universe. We are one.

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

It is not you talking. Nor is it your race only which shouts within you, for all the innumerable races of mankind shout and rush within you: white, yellow, black. Free yourself from race also; fight to live through the whole struggle of man.