You write by sitting down and writing. There's no particular time or place—you suit yourself, your nature. How one works, assuming he's disciplined, doesn't matter.

You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

If you ever forget you are a Jew a goy will remind you.

It's one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it's another not to be able to live by what one does know.

A man had to learn, it was his nature.

We have two lives, the life we learn with and the life we live with after that. Suffering is what brings us toward happiness.