The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.
Anzia YezierskaThough my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread.
Anzia YezierskaAt last I came to college. I rushed for it with the outstretched arms of youth's aching hunger to give and take of life's deepest, and highest, and I came against the solid wall of the well-fed, well-dressed world - the frigid whitewashed wall of cleanliness. ... How I pinched, and scraped, and starved myself, to save enough to come to college! Every cent of the tuition fee I paid was drops of sweat and blood from underpaid laundry work. And what did I get for it? A crushed spirit, a broken heart, a stinging sense of poverty that I never felt before.
Anzia Yezierska