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.

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.

A Marxist has never written a good novel.

The more you see what other people do, the more you learn about yourself.

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.

No matter how much you know a human being, you don't know him enough.