Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark

Literature is the memory of humanity.

What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.

God gave us so many emotions, and so many strong ones. Every human being, even if he is an idiot, is a millionaire in emotions.

We are all God's creatures-that we pray to God for mercy and justice while we continue to eat the flesh of animals that are slaughtered on our account is not consistent.

Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.