It's a sad thing to contemplate, but I'm the last surviving cast member of 'The African Queen.'

No heirloom of humankind captures the past as do art and language.

Epistemology is the study of knowledge. By what conduit do we know what we know?

I am determined to give the Yiddish language a fighting chance to survive.

I have always striven to raise the voice of hope for a world where hate gives way to respect and oppression to liberation.

By showing hunger, deprivation, starvation and brutality, as well as endurance and nobility, documentaries inform, prod our memories, even stir us to action. Such films do battle for our very soul.

I prefer to make common cause with those whose weapons are guitars, banjos, fiddles and words.

All too often arrogance accompanies strength, and we must never assume that justice is on the side of the strong. The use of power must always be accompanied by moral choice.

But there is a difference here: When Jewish children are murdered, Arabs celebrate the deed. The death of an Arab child is no cause for celebration in Israel.

No doubt unity is something to be desired, to be striven for, but it cannot be willed into being by mere declarations.

After the advent of the written word, the masses who could not - or were not permitted to - read, were given sermons by the few who could.

When creativity is seen as more important than facts, we will find ourselves in a world where problems are solved more often than spoken of.

Every small positive change we make in ourselves repays us in confidence in the future.

A day of birth is a glorious event.

An "eye" on the vision is more important than an "I" on the vision.

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confrontmuch sorrow and disappointment.He gazed at me with increasing frankness.I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.

The most valuable live thing for me is when people look like they're having a good time.

On my discharge, I had the challenge of putting my life back together but Vietnam stuck in the inner recesses of my mind.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

There was a certain amount of discipline, I think; my parents wanted to be sure that I was not just sitting around doing nothing.

Some people die twice: once when they retire, and again when they actually pass away. Fear of the first one is a big incentive for me to keep working.