Stand Still. The Trees Ahead And Bush

You Think You Have Troubles With Mathematics . . . I Assure You Mine Are Still Bigger.

God Gave Me The Stubbornness Of A Mule And A Fairly Keen Scent.

The Ideals Which Have Lighted My Way, And Time After Time Have Given Me New Courage To Face Life Cheerfully, Have Been Kindness, Beauty, And Truth. Without The Sense Of Kinship With Men Of Like Mind, Without The Occupation With The Objective World, The Eternally Unattainable In The Field Of Art And Scientific Endeavors, Life Would Have Seemed To The Empty. The Trite Objects Of Human Efforts — Possessions, Outward Success, Luxury—have Always Seemed To Me Contemptible.

Time Is An Illusion.

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.