I want now to be of today. It is painful to be conscious of two worlds. The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

The apex of my civic pride and personal contentment was reached on the bright September morning when I entered the public school.

On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag, or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles.

The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.

It is not that I belong to the past, but the past that belongs to me.

Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.

You heard on all sides that the brightest Jewish children were turned down if the examining officers did not like the turn of their noses.

Such creatures of accident are we, liable to a thousand deaths before we are born. But once we are here, we may create our own world, if we choose.

I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.

What we get in steerage is not the refuse, but the sinew and bone of all the nations.

You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.

I saw The Twilight Zone for the first time when I was 12 or 13. I used to stay up late to watch.

What attracts usually comes from a place you'd never think.

When you listen to most of the records that really had an impact on you, they always seem to be from a different era.

All you got in life is your honor, man, your own self-image, your own self-respect. If you lose that, or if you give it away or if you sell it, then you ain't got it no more.

It's weird, because usually if you're British and you go to America you play baddies; but I play naughty people here and goodies in America.

When asked by a prospective donor how much he should give, the best reply is, "Give until you are proud."

A dimly lit tavern, a willing young woman, are some of the reasons I cheat.

At Calvary, there was a great healing transfer where the responsibility for healing was switched from God giving it, to you receiving it.

Whoever has nothing to hope, let him despair of nothing.

It is a doctrine of war not to assume the enemy will not come, but rather to rely on one's readiness to meet him; not to presume that he will not attack, but rather to make one's self invincible.