I had no real communication with anyone at the time, so I was totally dependent on God. And he never failed me.

I would stand there at times and remember how beautiful God created this world, and then I would be reassured that he would certainly take care of me and all of my loved ones.

By the end of the war, I could pick out Jewish people almost as if I had a sixth sense about it, even if they had blue eyes and blond hair. I would have been a very valuable Gestapo person.

I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me - I could still be killed. I didn't know - and in what I'd already been through, God was in control.

To me it was real war and my life was at stake, and I believe that all those clandestine spy games we played as children helped when the Occupation came.

All during that prison time I really lived by prayer. Be in prayer always, we're told, and back then I was.

But miracles still happen, even if we don't think they do.

After the prayer they executed an armed robbery. That sounds very strange this many years later: prayer and then armed robbery.

I'm sorry to say it, but it was hard on me to see life continue all around.

The worst is, I remain so stone cold. Does this war make you an 'alive-dead person'? Is it not possible to remain yourself in this chaos? How long still?

The sound of natural things was wonderful to us. In the middle of all the suffering, it seemed pure, untouched.

For me ignorant is not illiterate or public, but is trying to review his culture ...You have to run away from them, they did not care what they read, but a number of what they read ...

I used to give advice, and no one wanted it. Now I give suggestions and everyone asks for more.

You may judge others only according to your knowledge of yourself.

I have been here before as a spirit - this is just my physical body, it is just an overcoat. And at death, you will take the overcoat off.

In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don't know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.

An alive piece of art may be more alive than much of its audience, and with this odd truth artists must make peace.

We speak piously of ... making small studies that will add another brick to the temple of science. Most such bricks just lie around the brickyard.

The loss of my parents was definitely the hardest thing I've had to endure. I just felt really dead inside for a long time.

Throughout the 40 years I've been in Washington, I've always worked hard, particularly with regards to the budget issues.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.