Just as with the man in the fairy tale who turned whatever he touched into gold, with me everything is turned into newspaper clamor.

Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I hate them!

The splitting of the atom has changed everything except for how we think.

A forced faithfulness is a bitter fruit for all concerned.

I am also convinced that one gains the purest joy from spirited things only when they are not tied in with earning one's livelihood.

I want to know all Gods thoughts; all the rest are just details.

One feels the insignificance of the individual, and it makes one happy.