[b]Nikos Kazantzakis
…in order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.[/b]
Unless of course you inherit your success from Mom and Pop.
I was once more struck by the truth of the ancient saying: Man’s heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink.
Is that as ominous as I think it is?
I hope you don’t mind my saying so, boss, but I don’t think your brain is quite formed yet. How old are you?
Thirty-five.
Then it never will be.
Of course we know who is really the boss here, don’t we?
Who knows, perhaps God is simply the search for God.
Uh-oh.
Never in my life had I felt so tangibly and with such astonishment that hate, by passing successively through comprehension, mercy, and sympathy, can be transformed into love.
That ever happen to anyone here?
Oh, how crafty of religion, I cried out indignantly, to transplant rewards and punishments into a future life in order to comfort cowards and the enslaved and aggrieved, enabling them to bow their necks patiently before their masters, and to endure this earthly life without groaning (the only life of which we can be sure)!
Not even counting the part where some cash in on it.