It is a fact that the classics of Yiddish literature are also the classics of the modern Hebrew literature.

What's the good of not believing? Today it's your wife you don't believe; tomorrow it's God Himself you won't take stock in.

Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

No technological achievements can mitigate the disappointment of modern man, his loneliness, his feeling of inferiority, and his fear of war, revolution and terror. Not only has our generation lost faith in Providence but also in man himself, in his institutions and often in those who are nearest to him.

The second half of the twentieth century is a complete flop.

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.

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