Give Back To The World At Least

Creativity Is One Of Those Hypnotic Words Which Are Prone To Cast A Spell Upon Our Understanding And Dissolve Our Thinking Into Haze.

The Only Race I Know Is The Human One.

Every Day I Remind Myself That My Inner And Outer Life Are Based On The Labors Of Other Men, Living And Dead, And That I Must Exert Myself In Order To Give In The Same Measure As I Have Received And Am Still Receiving.

The World We Have Created Is A Product Of Our Thinking.

When I Was Still A Rather Precocious Young Man, I Already Realized Most Vividly The Futility Of The Hopes And Aspirations That Most Men Pursue Throughout Their Lives.