Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?

And action is the only remedy to indifference, the most insidious danger of all.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light.

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

did everything I could in my life to be immune to hatred, because hatred is a cancer.

Every moment contains a spark of eternity.

The danger lies in forgetting.