As an elderly man, I have remained estranged from the society here.

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

The idle man does not know what it is to enjoy rest.

I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves - this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts - possessions, outward success, luxury - have always seemed to me contemptible.

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.

We have to do the best we are capable of. This is our sacred human responsibility.

On the other hand, the concept owes its meaning and its justification exclusively to the totality of the sense impressions which we associate with it.