They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.

Of course I believe in free will. Do we have a choice?

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.

What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.

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.

To me the Yiddish language and the conduct of those who spoke it are identical.

The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.