Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread.

In America, money takes the place of God.

This fire in me, it's not just the hunger of a woman for a man - it's the hunger of all my people back of me, from all ages, for light, for the life higher!

Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread.

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.

If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being.

Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.