Tradition Is Laziness.

I Was A Crazy Young Man Who Let Himself Be Blinded By His Passions And Obeyed Only The Impulses Of The Moment.

Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

It Is Strange How One Feels Drawn Forward Without Knowing At First Where One Is Going.

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.