We artists are indestructible; even in a prison$$$ or in a concentration camp$$$ I would be almighty in my own world of art$$$ even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

My boredom with everything has numbed me.

The whole earth is the tomb of heroic men and their story is not given only on stone over their clay but abides everywhere without visible symbol woven into the stuff of other mens lives.

If we try to make general inferences about the theoretical possibility of a reliable computational model of the brain$$$ we ought indeed to come to terms with the mysteries of quantum theory.

Our friend Dirac has a creed; and the main tenet of that creed is: There is no God$$$ and Dirac is his prophet.

I pray to God to give me perseverance and to deign that I be a faithful witness to Him to the end of my life for my God.

Only the superfluous is dirty.

We can speak and think only of what exists. And what exists is uncreated and imperishable for it is whole and unchanging and complete. It was not or nor shall be different since it is now$$$ all at once$$$ one and continuous.

I would like to be known as a person who is concerned about freedom and equality and justice and prosperity for all people.