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

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

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

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!

Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.

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.