We take a drink only for the sake of the benediction.
A heap of bricks is not yet a house.
A letter depends on how you read it, a melody on how you sing it.
In the second and third exiles we have served as a living protest against greed and hate, against physical force, against "might makes right"!
Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?
Prayer sometimes dulls the hunger of the pauper, like a mother's finger thrust into the mouth of her starving baby.