To succeed, you must first believe you can.
NIKOS KAZANTZAKISI possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!
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My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.
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Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God.
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As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow.
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How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!
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Be always restless, unsatisfied, unconforming. Whenever a habit becomes convenient, smash it! The greatest sin of all is satisfaction.
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I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!
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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Discipline is the highest of all virtues. Only so may strength and desire be counterbalanced and the endeavors of man bear fruit.
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The ultimate, most holy form of theory is action.
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Be sure to live up to your reputation for honesty and goodness, because many souls who believe you to be honest and good have placed themselves in your hands.
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To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
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Beauty always had a purpose: to be of service to life.
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I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free. inscription on Kazantakis’s tomb in Heraklion, Greece
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What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.
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Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?
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