Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

...and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.

Is Israel going to continue to be 'Fortress Israel'? Or, as we all hope, become accepted into the neighborhood, which I believe is the only way we can move forward in harmony.

People cannot be molded like clay.

If the will did not exist, neither would there be that centre of the world, which we call the I.

If you can't solve a problem, it's because you're playing by the rules

Being rich is living life on your own terms - according to your possibilities, not your limitations.

You don't see something until you have the right metaphor to perceive it.

Let him who desires to be harsh in making demands upon his debtors consider that he is God’s debtor.

I was always in places where I was widely accepted, approved and loved and I was finally in a place where people did not approve of me, did not accept me and did not love me. It was killing me.