After all, God is God because he remembers.

What hurts the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

Take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim.

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness. Not only are we responsible for the memories of the dead, we are responsible for what we do with those memories

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Indifference creates evil. Hatred is evil itself. Indifference is what allows evil to be strong, what gives it power.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light.

I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.

To remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all.

All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them. No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.

Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.

Absolute love, heals absolutely.

So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.

We are between the wild thoat of certainty and the mad zitidar of fact.

The leader is one who mobilizes others toward a goal shared by leaders and followers... Leaders, followers and goals make up the three equally necessary supports for leadership.

Somebody's got to do it [being Donald Trump]. It's different. It's difficult. There are a lot of wonderful things about it, but always being under scrutiny isn't one of them.

Every day we have the opportunity to make our relationships be on the outside what they really are on a spiritual level.

Maybe you are the "cool" generation. If coolness means a capacity to stay calm and use your head in the service of ends passionately believed in, then it has my admiration.

I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.

The test of all knowledge is experiment.

I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.