Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.
The Jewish problem is as old as history, and assumes in each age a new form. The life or death of millions of human beings hangs upon its solution; its agitation revives the fiercest passions for good and for evil that inflame the human breast.
Until we are all free, we are none of us free.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.