Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

The secular world is more spiritual than it thinks, just as the ecclesiastical world is more materialist than it cares to acknowledge.

If a dish doesn't turn out right, change the name and don't bat an eyelid. A fallen souffle is only a risen omelette. It depends on the self-confidence with which you present it.

On the way to work good-hearted young girls sometimes offer me their seats, which I accept and bless them in return, a transaction satisfying to all concerned.

I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.