...behind all the discernible laws and connections, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking.

Arrows of hate have been aimed at me too, but they have never hit me, because somehow they belonged to another world with which I have no connection whatsoever.

At the same time, as social beings, we are moved in the relations with our fellow beings by such feelings as sympathy, pride, hate, need for power, pity, and so on.

There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people's books and write your own.

I wouldn't want to live if I did not have my work. In any case, it's good that I'm already old and personally don't have to count on a prolonged future.