The problem to be faced is: how to combine loyalty to one's own tradition with reverence for different traditions.

To sing means to sense and to affirm that the spirit is real and that its glory is present.

I have one talent, and that is the capacity to be tremendously surprised, surprised at life, at ideas. This is to me the supreme Hasidic imperative: Don't be old. Don't be stale.

When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.

Indifference to evil is more insidious than evil itself. It is a silent justification affording evil acceptability in society.

A soul can create only when alone.

For many of us the march from Selma to Montgomery was about protest and prayer. Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs. Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.