The Most Important Thing Is To Not

I Have Yet To Figure Out Whether It Is I Am That Am Crazy, Or The World.

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.

Paper Is To Write Things Down That We Need To Remember. Our Brains Are Used To Think.

The Individual Who Has Experienced Solitude Will Not Easily Become A Victim Of Mass Suggestion.

I Believe My Theory Of Relativity To Be True. But It Will Only Be Proved For Certain In 1981, When I Am Dead.