To me the Yiddish language and the conduct of those who spoke it are identical.

I have heard from my father and mother all the answers that faith in God could offer to those who doubt and search for the truth. In our home and in many other homes the eternal questions were more actual than the latest news in the Yiddish newspaper. In spite of all the disenchantments and all my skepticism I believe that the nations can learn much from those Jews, their way of thinking, their way of bringing up children, their finding happiness where others see nothing but misery and humiliation.

No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

A story to me must have some surprise...I must have a passion to write the story.

Even in the worm that crawls in the earth there glows a divine spark. When you slaughter a creature, you slaughter God.

What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.

There is a quiet humor in Yiddish and a gratitude for every day of life, every crumb of success, each encounter of love... In a figurative way, Yiddish is the wise and humble language of us all, the idiom of a frightened and hopeful humanity.