Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.

The Yiddish mentality is not haughty. It does not take victory for granted. It does not demand and command but it muddles through, sneaks by, smuggles itself amidst the powers of destruction, knowing somewhere that God's plan for Creation is still at the very beginning.

Children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about critics.

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.

There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

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