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.

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.

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.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

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.

All that God does is for the good.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't - it just keeps you from enjoying it.