It is truly strange how long it takes to get to know oneself. I am now sixty two years old, yet just one moment ago I realised that I absolutely love lightly toasted bread. Simultaneously, I also realised that I loathe bread when it is heavily toasted. For almost sixty years, and quite unconsciously, I have been experiencing inner joy or total despair at my relationship with grilled bread.

Words are probes. Some reach very deep, some only to a little depth.

Genius is what makes us forget the master's talent.

The eternal life is given to those who live in the present.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

We feel that even if all possible scientific questions be answered, the problems of life have still not been touched at all.

Philosophy can be said to consist of three activities: to see the commonsense answer, to get yourself so deeply into the problem that the common sense answer is unbearable, and to get from that situation back to the commonsense answer.