I say to myself, if the text was good enough for my father and grandfather, it must be good enough for me. I admit, that is a rather personal way of approaching the text - or a prayer.

If we want to know history, I would think there would be every reason to.

Indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil.

My God was never happiness, but to understand and be understood.

I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

Though we talk peace, we wage war. Sometimes we even wage war in the name of peace. Does that seem paradoxical? Well, war is not afraid of paradoxes.