[b]Nikos Kazantzakis
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roasted chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.[/b]
Well, that and everything else.
True teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create their own.
Better perhaps to teach them that they never can.
God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.
And wretched is the man who can’t. You know, if there is a God.
Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.
Either that or just throw them in the dungeon.
You can knock on a deaf man’s door forever.
Much like, for example, praying to God.
I was happy, I knew that. While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been.
I suppose that could happen, sure. On the other hand, come on, I am running out of time.