Necessity Is The Mother Of

The Ideals Which Have Lighted My Way, And Time After Time Have Given Me New Courage To Face Life Cheerfully, Have Been Kindness, Beauty, And Truth. Without The Sense Of Kinship With Men Of Like Mind, Without The Occupation With The Objective World, The Eternally Unattainable In The Field Of Art And Scientific Endeavors, Life Would Have Seemed To The Empty. The Trite Objects Of Human Efforts — Possessions, Outward Success, Luxury—have Always Seemed To Me Contemptible.

I Have Become An Obstinate Heretic In The Eyes Of My Colleagues. Momentary Success Carries More Power Of Conviction Than Reflections Upon Principles.

It Would Be My Greatest Sadness To See Zionists (jews) Do To Palestinian Arabs Much Of What Nazis Did To Jews.

A Life Directed Chiefly Toward The Fulfillment Of Personal Desires Will Sooner Or Later Always Lead To Bitter Disappointment.

I Should Very Much Like To Remain In The Darkness Of Not Having Been Analyzed.