I myself should also be dead already, but I am still here.

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe; a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and his feelings as something separate from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of consciousness.

One can only continue to expect to be read if one omits everything that is unimportant.

For the most part we humans live with the false impression of security and a feeling of being at home in a seemingly familiar and trustworthily physical and human environment. But when the expected course of everyday life is interrupted, we realize that we are like shipwrecked people trying to keep their balance on a miserable plank in the open sea, having forgotten where they came from and not knowing whether they are drifting. But once we fully accept this, life becomes easier and there is no longer any disappointment.

Everyone likes me, yet nobody understands me.

With fame I become more and more stupid, which of course is a very common phenomenon.

What interests me most is whether God could have made the world differently.