Maxioms by Nikos Kazantzakis
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a read more
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free.
I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free.
