Knowledge Is Limited.

I Like Neither New Clothes Nor New Kinds Of Food.

The Greatest Activity Of Which Man Is Capable: Opening Up Yet Another Fragment Of The Frontier Of Beauty.

This Subject Brings Me To That Vilest Offspring Of The Herd Mind -- The Odious Militia. The Man Who Enjoys Marching In Line And File To The Strains Of Music Falls Below My Contempt; He Received His Great Brain By Mistake -- The Spinal Cord Would Have Been Amply Sufficient. This Heroism At Command, This Senseless Violence, This Accursed Bombast Of Patriotism -- How Intensely I Despise Them! War Is Low And Despicable, And I Had Rather Be Smitten To Shreds Than Participate In Such Doings.

Our Task Is To Widen Our Circle Of Compassion To Include All Living Beings And All Of Nature

If Only I Had Known, I Should Have Become A Watchmaker.