Oh, it is not death that frightens me, but the impossibility of imparting some meaning to my past.

First we must understand that there can be no life without risk - and when our center is strong, everything else is secondary, even the risks.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.

Man walks the moon but his soul remains riveted to earth. Once upon a time it was the opposite.

If you read Exodus 15 carefully, it describes a storm at sea. This is the old Yahwistic source. In the retelling of the story in the later Priestly source, it is more miraculous: The water stands up on either side like a wall. There are walls of water standing up. As you move back in time, oddly enough, the story becomes more historical.

Today, as yesterday, a nation is judged by its attitude towards refugees.

Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.