I have never belonged wholeheartedly to country or State, to my circle of friends or even to my own family. Such isolation is sometimes bitter, but I do not regret being cut off from the understanding and sympathy of other men. I lose something by it, to be sure, but I am compensated for it in being rendered independent of the customs, opinions and prejudices of others, and am not tempted to rest my peace of mind upon such shifting foundations.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. The value of a man resides in what he gives and not in what he is capable of receiving. Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.