May he be cursed on earth who gives his trust to virtue, that bankrupt crone who takes our life's pure gold and gives but bad receipts for payment in the lower world. Ah, passers-by that stroll, travelers that come and… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God. We could… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen... — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Everything in this world has a hidden meaning, I thought. Men, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics; woe to anyone who begins to… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me! — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Today, any action anywhere on earth has an immediate repercussion on all five continents. News of a victory of the Eastern armies in Morocco… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“You have everything but one thing: madness. A man needs a little madness or else - he never dares cut the rope and be… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“A man needs a little madness, or else... he never dares cut the rope and be free.” — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
There's a devil inside me which cries, "You're not the son of the Carpenter, you're the son of King David! You are not a… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God. — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of heaven, God...and… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“No, you're not free," he said. "The string you're tied to is perhaps no longer than other people's. That's all. You're on a long… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
