The Task Of The Real Intellectual Consists

...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.

If I Have Any Justification For Having Lived It's Simply, I'm Nothing But Faults, Failures And So On, But I Have Tried To Make A Good Pair Of Shoes. There's Some Value In That.

One Had The Right To Write Because Other People Needed News Of The Inner World, And If They Went Too Long Without Such News They Would Go Mad With The Chaos Of Their Lives.

I Know You're No Worse Than Most Men But I Thought You Were Better. I Never Saw You As A Man. I Saw You As My Father.

Part Of Knowing Who We Are Is Knowing We Are Not Someone Else. And Jew Is Only The Name We Give To That Stranger, The Agony We Cannot Feel, The Death We Look At Like A Cold Abstraction. Each Man Has His Jew; It Is The Other.