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.

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.

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.

The past was only my cradle, and now it cannot hold me, because I am grown too big.

You should always control the strengths you have available to you, never let them languish or, worse, allow others to control them for you.

The power to change is already within you, ready to be discovered. Find new methods to deal with old routines. It is up to you to make the conscious choices that bring a better future.

I'll never leave this Earth without a fight or at least pretend to for all of those in sight.

The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.

Explain the Scriptures by the Scriptures.

My religion is kindness. A good mind, a good heart, warm feelings these are the most important things.

One cannot rest except after steady practice.

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.

Solidarity is not an act of charity, but mutual aid between forces fighting for the same objective.

I like stories that affect families.