Since our inner experiences consist of reproductions, and combinations of sensory impressions, the concept of a soul without a body seem to me to be empty and devoid of meaning.

Everything that can be counted does not necessarily count; everything that counts cannot necessarily be counted.

I cannot write in English, because of the treacherous spelling. When I am reading, I only hear it and am unable to remember what the written word looks like.

E=mc2. Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared

Growth comes through analogy; through seeing how things connect, rather than only seeing how they might be different.

I have always disliked the fierce competitive spirit embodied in that highly intellectual game.

Well, I have considered myself to be very fortunate in that I have been able to do mostly only that which my inner self told me to do... I am also aware that I do receive much criticism from the outside world for what I do and some people actually get angry at me. But this does not really touch me because I feel that these people do not live in he same world as do I.