The fundamental needs of man – food, drink, women and dance – were never exhausted or dulled in his robust and eager body.

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.

I knew that no matter what door you knock on in a Cretan village, it will be opened for you. A meal will be served in your honor, and you will sleep between the best sheets in the house. In Crete, the stranger is still the unknown god. Before him, all doors and all hearts are opened.

One of man's greatest obligations is anger.

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.

Everything in this world has a hidden meaning.