Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted.

In America, money takes the place of God.

I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.

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

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut - a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul.

The real thing creates its own poetry.

Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted.