“Life is trouble,” Zorba continued. “Death, no. To live—do you know what that means? To undo your belt and look for trouble!”

How simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. . . . All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.

The ultimate most holy form of theory is action.

Maybe you're right, boss. It all depends on the way you look at it. Look, one day I had gone to a little village.

I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free.