You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.

You heard on all sides that the brightest Jewish children were turned down if the examining officers did not like the turn of their noses.

A proper autobiography is a death-bed confession.

One current of continuity runs underneath all the abortive phases of my life. From childhood on I have been obliged to drop anything I was doing to run after any man who seemed to know a little more than I did about God . . . I most want to write about: how a modern woman has sought the face of God-not the name nor the fame but the face [ital] of God-and what adventures came to meet her on this ancient human path.

There was one public school for boys, and one for girls, but Jewish children were admitted in limited numbers - only ten to a hundred; and even the lucky ones had their troubles.

His struggle for a bare living left him no time to take advantage of the public evening school. In time he learned to read, to follow a conversation or lecture; but he never learned to write correctly; and his pronunciation remains extremely foreign to this day.

Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.