The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

From borrowing one gets poorer and from work one gets richer.

The ghetto was not only a place of refuge for a persecuted minority but a great experiment in peace, in self-discipline and in humanism. As such it still exists and refuses to give up in spite of all the brutality that surrounds it. I was brought up among those people.

Whenever I'm in trouble, I pray. And because I'm in trouble all of the time, I pray almost constantly.

When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.

One can find in the Yiddish tongue and in the Yiddish spirit expressions of pious joy, lust for life, longing for the Messiah, patience and deep appreciation of human individuality.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.