The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

All is foreseen but the choice is given.

Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

It is a fact that the classics of Yiddish literature are also the classics of the modern Hebrew literature.

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year.

The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.