You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go. — Nikos Kazantzakis
God sends rain, but He also sends hoods; and when the rain grows heavier, He sends a cave. — Nikos Kazantzakis
My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars. — Nikos Kazantzakis
The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet. — Nikos Kazantzakis