When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.

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

The real thing creates its own poetry.

I tasted the bread and wine of equality.

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

Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune. Poverty is a bag with a hole at the bottom.

The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.