There is a quiet humor in Yiddish and a gratitude for every day of life, every crumb of success, each encounter of love... In a figurative way, Yiddish is the wise and humble language of us all, the idiom of a frightened and hopeful humanity.

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.

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.

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.

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

God is a writer and we are both the heroes and the readers.

Two important things are to have a genuine interest in people and to be kind to them. Kindness, I've discovered, is everything.