The Greatness Of Art Is Not To

What A Strange Power There Is In Clothing.

The Very Essence Of Literature Is The War Between Emotion And Intellect, Between Life And Death. When Literature Becomes Too Intellectual - When It Begins To Ignore The Passions, The Emotions - It Becomes Sterile, Silly, And Actually Without Substance.

There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

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.

There Is Great Treasure There Behind Our Skull And This Is True About All Of Us. This Little Treasure Has Great, Great Powers, And I Would Say We Only Have Learnt A Very, Very Small Part Of What It Can Do.