Prayer sometimes dulls the hunger of the pauper, like a mother's finger thrust into the mouth of her starving baby.

A heap of bricks is not yet a house.

If the husband sits on a chair in the Garden of Eden, his wife is his footstool.

Yiddish, the language which will ever bear witness to the violence and murder inflicted on us, bear the marks of our expulsions from land to land, the language which absorbed the wails of the fathers, the laments of the generations, the poison and bitterness of history, the language whose precious jewels are the undried, uncongealed Jewish tears.

Prayer sometimes dulls the hunger of the pauper, like a mother's finger thrust into the mouth of her starving baby.

[About the diaspora] Canaan is too small for God's children. The Land of Israel will spread through all lands!

The Hebrew language... is the only glue which holds together our scattered bones. It also holds together the rings in the chain of time.... It binds us to those who built pyramids, to those who shed their blood on the ramparts of Jerusalem, and to those who, at the burning stakes, cried Shema Yisrael!