If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.

In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.

We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.

We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.