I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves. This ethical basis I call the ideal of the pigsty.

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.

Creativity is contagious. Pass it on.

Where you see difficulty, I see opportunity.

It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.

It is a magnificent feeling to recognize the unity of complex phenomena which appear to be things quite apart from the direct visible truth.

Imagination is the highest form of research.