Boiled down by Kazantzakis:
“A man with warm blood and sold bones, who lets real tears run down his cheeks when he is suffering; and when he is happy he does not spoil the freshness of his joy by running it through the fine sieve of metaphysics.”
Boiled down by Kazantzakis:
“A man with warm blood and sold bones, who lets real tears run down his cheeks when he is suffering; and when he is happy he does not spoil the freshness of his joy by running it through the fine sieve of metaphysics.”