A Criminal Case

Good God, when will we humans become human? We wear trousers, collars, hats and we're still mules, wolves, foxes, pigs. We're supposed to have God's face. Who, we? I spit on our filthy mugs.--Zorba the Greek

Until Love purifies our desires of "the slag and dross of egotism," all our actions are criminal.

Bowing Out

In our minds, pleasure dances together with her stronger sister, pain. When we are in pain, pleasure is forced to sit out the dance no matter how much we prefer her as a partner.

A Lust for Life

 Zest is the surest sign of spiritual vigor.