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.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

Whatever I believed, I did; I did with my whole heart and mind as far as possible to do so.

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

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.