When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge. (Reading this makes me wonder how much sooner man could have walked on the moon... had we listened to a child's fantasies. It is truly a pity that so many lose their gift of imagination to the steady hum of the status quo.)

Something deeply hidden had to be behind things.

The American lives even more for his goals, for the future, than the European. Life for him is always becoming, never being.

Although words exist for the most part for the transmission of ideas, there are some which produce such violent disturbance in our feelings that the role they play in the transmission of ideas is lost in the background.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share, it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

Israel is the only place on earth where Jews have the possibility to shape public life according to their own traditional ideals.

The normal objective of my thought affords no insight into the dark places of human will and feeling.