There are so many who know more than I do, who understand the world better than I do. I would be truly learned, a great scholar, if only I could retain everything I've learned from those I have known. But then would I still be me? And isn't all that only words? Words grow old, too; they change their meaning and their usage. They get sick just as we do; they die of their wounds and then they are relegated to the dust of dictionaries. And where am I in all this?

The sincere Christian knows that what died in Auschwitz was not the Jewish people but Christianity.

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.

Certain things, certain events, seem inexplicable only for a time: up to the moment when the veil is torn aside.

I don't know the real answer, my answer to anything which is essentially human relations is education. Whatever the answer is, education must be its measured component and if you try to educate with generosity not with triumphalism I think sometimes it works, especially young people, that's why I teach, I've been teaching all my life.

One can do without solutions. Only the questions matter. We may share them or turn away from them.

I have learned two lessons in my life: first, there are no sufficient literary, psychological, or historical answers to human tragedy, only moral ones. Second, just as despair can come to one another only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.