A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of others.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

Mozart's music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.

Time is an illusion.

Only a life lived for others is a life worth while.