To one bent on age, death will come as a release. I feel this quite strongly now that I have grown old myself and have come to regard death like an old debt, at long last to be discharged.

No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.

Thinking like we (always) have is what got us where we are. It is not going to get us where we are going.

Without the sense of fellowship with men of like mind, of preoccupation with the objective, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific research, life would have seemed to me empty.

The time comes in life when we have read enough. It's time to stop reading. It's time to lay down the books and write.

Despite my being an old gypsy there is a tendency to respectability inherent in old age.

One must not attempt to justify them, but rather to sense their nature simply and clearly.