Wise Criticism Always Begins With Self-criticism.

Prayer Begins Where Our Power Ends.

A Test Of A People Is How It Behaves Toward The Old. It Is Easy To Love Children. Even Tyrants And Dictators Make A Point Of Being Fond Of Children. But The Affection And Care For The Old, The Incurable, The Helpless Are The True Gold Mines Of A Culture.

I Have One Talent, And That Is The Capacity To Be Tremendously Surprised, Surprised At Life, At Ideas. This Is To Me The Supreme Hasidic Imperative: Don't Be Old. Don't Be Stale.

Prayer Cannot Bring Water To Parched Fields, Or Mend A Broken Bridge, Or Rebuild A Ruined City; But Prayer Can Water An Arid Soul, Mend A Broken Heart, And Rebuild A Weakened Will.

We May Not Know Whether Our Understanding Is Correct, Or Whether Our Sentiments Are Noble, But The Air Of The Day Surrounds Us Like Spring Which Spreads Over The Land Without Our Aid Or Notice.