Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?

Religion was their meat and their excitement, their mental food and their emotional pleasure.

The body was so little a part of him that its final stillness seemed nothing of importance. He was half out of it anyway and death was only a slipping out of it altogether and being at last what he always was, a spirit. We buried the pearly shell upon the mountain top.

Euthanasia is a long, smooth-sounding word, and it conceals its danger as long, smooth words do, but the danger is there, nevertheless.

He was part of a whole, a people scattered over the earth and yet eternally one and indivisible. Wherever a Jew lived, in whatever safety and isolation, he still belonged to his people.

At heart a truly modest man, he had nevertheless the modest man's pride in his modesty in the face of achievement.

Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.