It occurred to me that there was no difference between men in intelligence or race so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

I'm in awe of the universe but I don't necessarily believe there's an intelligence or agent behind it. I do have a passion for the visual in religious rituals though even though they may be completely empty and bereft of substance. The incense is powerful and provocative whether Buddhist or Catholic.

There is no worse screen to block out the Spirit than confidence in our own intelligence.

So far as I can remember there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.

I know this world is ruled by infinite intelligence. Everything that surrounds us- everything that exists - proves that there are infinite laws behind it. There can be no denying this fact. It is mathematical in its precision.

Bottom line is I didn't return to Apple to make a fortune. I've been very lucky in my life and already have one. When I was 25 my net worth was $100 million or so. I decided then that I wasn't going to let it ruin my life. There's no way you could ever spend it all and I don't view wealth as something that validates my intelligence.

Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and to either of these ends there must be forethought system planning intelligence and honest purpose as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing.

It is not worth an intelligent man's time to be in the majority. By definition there are already enough people to do that.

There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.

There is no greater evidence of superior intelligence than to be surprised at nothing.

There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.

There is no method but to be very intelligent.

There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.

What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.

If there are no stupid questions then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?

There have been many different artists that have been inspirational. I suppose the question is directed to what was the reason why I went into fantasy illustration.

I believe there's an inner power that makes winners or losers. And the winners are the ones who really listen to the truth of their hearts.