Every man is half God, half man; he is both spirit and flesh. That is why the mystery of Christ is not simply a mystery for a particular creed: It is universal. Nikos Kazantzakis christcreedflesh Change image and share on social
God hates a half-devil ten times more than an arch-devil! Nikos Kazantzakis archdevilgod Change image and share on social
May God forgive me, but the letters of the alphabet frighten me terribly. They are sly, shameless demons - and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them; they run off - and how will you ever get control of them again! Nikos Kazantzakis alphabetcontroldangerous share on social
A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes flesh itself, and the contest ends. But among responsible men, men who keep their eyes riveted day and night upon the Supreme Duty, the conflict between flesh and spirit breaks out mercilessly and may last until death. Nikos Kazantzakis breakconflictcontest share on social
All my life, I struggled to stretch my mind to the breaking point, until it began to creak, in order to create a great thought which might be able to give a new meaning to life, a new meaning to death, and to console mankind. Nikos Kazantzakis beginbreakconsole share on social
The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a Siren within them... and royally squander their lives with her. Nikos Kazantzakis airblindcaptain share on social
Tell me what you do with the food you eat, and I'll tell you who you are. Some turn their food into fat and manure, some into work and good humour, and others, I'm told, into God. So there must be three sorts of men. Nikos Kazantzakis eatfatfood share on social
I fight to embrace the entire circle of human activity to the full extent of my ability. Nikos Kazantzakis abilityactivitycircle Change image and share on social
Nothing is nearer to us than heaven. The earth is beneath our feet, and we tread upon it, but heaven is within us. Nikos Kazantzakis beneathearthfoot Change image and share on social
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty. Nikos Kazantzakis brutishcertaintyclumsy Change image and share on social