After A Certain High Level Of Technical

When I Was A Fairly Precocious Young Man I Became Thoroughly Impressed With The Futility Of The Hopes And Strivings That Chase Most Men Restlessly Through Life. Moreover, I Soon Discovered The Cruelty Of That Chase, Which In Those Years Was Much More Carefully Covered Up By Hypocrisy And Glittering Words Than Is The Case Today. By The Mere Existence Of His Stomach Everyone Was Condemned To Participate In That Chase. The Stomach Might Well Be Satisfied By Such Participation, But Not Man Insofar As He Is A Thinking And Feeling Being.

Since Others Have Explained My Theory, I Can No Longer Understand It Myself.

Chess Holds Its Master In Its Own Bonds, Shackling The Mind And Brain So That The Inner Freedom Of The Very Strongest Must Suffer.

When The Special Theory Of Relativity Began To Germinate In Me, I Was Visited By All Sorts Of Nervous Conflicts... I Used To Go Away For Weeks In A State Of Confusion.

If What Is Seen And Experienced Is Portrayed In The Language Of Logic, Then It Is Science. If It Is Communicated Through Forms Whose Connections Are Not Accessible To The Conscious Mind But Are Recognized Intuitively, Then It Is Art.