This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

Jews who long have drifted from the faith of their fathers... are stirred in their inmost parts when the old, familiar Passover sounds chance to fall upon their ears.

With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

God will pardon me. It is His trade.

Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.