I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget this concert given before an audience of the dead and dying? Even today, when I hear that particular piece by Beethoven, my eyes close and out of the darkness emerges the pale and melancholy face of my Polish comrade bidding farewell to an audience of dying men.

Think higher, feel deeper.

I believe that all the survivors are mad. One time or another their madness will explode. You cannot absorb that much madness and not be influenced by it. That is why the children of survivors are so tragic. I see them in school. They don't know how

It was like a page torn from a history book, from some historical novel about the captivity of babylon or Spanish Inquisition.

Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.