There have already been published by the bucketsful such brazen lies and utter fictions about me that I would long since have gone to my grave if I had allowed myself to pay attention to them.

The rest of my life (as a 39 year old) I want to reflect on what life is.

To invent something, all you need is imagination and a big pile of junk.

My pacifism is not based on any intellectual theory but on a deep antipathy to every form of cruelty and hatred.

It strikes me as unfair, and even in bad taste, to select a few of them for boundless admiration, attributing superhuman powers of mind and character to them. This has been my fate, and the contrast between the popular estimate of my powers and achievements and the reality is simply grotesque.

History is littered with examples of men who would become gods, but only one example of God becoming Man.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.