Sometimes the purpose is wild and you feel like crying, because you suddenly realize that your life has been meaningless and miserable, unworthy of a human; and sometimes the purpose is sad, and you feel that life is passing and flowing like sand between your fingers and there is no salvation.

My soul goes back and forth, from one side to the other of my chest, like a dart, weaving. It weaves these few months that I will spend in Crete, and God forgive me, but I think I am happy. Confucius says: “Many seek happiness above man; others below; but happiness is at the height of man.” Correct.

Therefore, there are as many happinesses as there are human burdens. This is, my dear student and teacher, my happiness now; I measure it, I measure it again anxiously, to learn what my height is now. Because you know well, a person's height does not always remain the same. How it changes, depending on the climate, on silence, on loneliness or companionship, the soul of a person!

The novels of his mature period are: The Life and Adventures of Alexis Zorbas, Captain Michalis, The Last Temptation, Christ Recrucified, Tonda Ramba, The Rock Garden, The Poor Man of God, Brothers of the Same Blood. As well as his historical autobiographical work: Report to Greco.

Also available are the novels of the youthful period of Nikos Kazantzakis: Serpent and Lily, Broken Souls.