What Happened Was No Accident. Everything Was

The Ghetto Was Not Only A Place Of Refuge For A Persecuted Minority But A Great Experiment In Peace, In Self-discipline And In Humanism. As Such It Still Exists And Refuses To Give Up In Spite Of All The Brutality That Surrounds It. I Was Brought Up Among Those People.

Sometimes Love Is Stronger Than A Man's Convictions.

The Storyteller And Poet Of Our Time, As In Any Other Time, Must Be An Entertainer Of The Spirit In The Full Sense Of The Word, Not Just A Preacher Of Social Or Political Ideals. There Is No Paradise For Bored Readers And No Excuse For Tedious Literature That Does Not Intrigue The Reader, Uplift Him, Give Him The Joy And The Escape That True Art Always Grants.

In The History Of Old Jewish Literature There Was Never Any Basic Difference Between The Poet And The Prophet. Our Ancient Poetry Often Became Law And A Way Of Life.

The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.