I want to be cremated so people won't come to worship at my bones.

The idea of a personal God is quite alien to me and seems even naïve.

You imagine that I look back on my life's work with calm satisfaction. But from nearby it looks quite different. There is not a single concept of which I am convinced that it will stand firm, and I feel uncertain whether I am in general on the right track.

Creativity is the residue of time wasted.

It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.

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.

Belief in an external world independent of the perceiving subject is the basis of all natural science.