“Not being beautiful was the true blessing. Not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. The pretty girl has a handicap to overcome.”

The only alternative to war is peace and the only road to peace is negotiations.

Whether women are better than men I cannot say – but I can say they are certainly no worse.

There is only one thing I hope to see before I die, and that is that my people should not need expressions of sympathy anymore.

It isn’t enough to believe in something; you have to have the stamina to meet obstacles and overcome them, to struggle.

It is not a sin to be seventy but it is also no joke.

We Jews have a secret weapon in our struggle with the Arabs; we have no place to go.

Fashion is an imposition, a reign on freedom.

It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We don’t want victories anymore.

Zionism and pessimism are not compatible.

Can we today measure devotion to husband and children by our indifference to everything else?

We only want that which is given naturally to all peoples of the world, to be masters of our own fate, not of others, and in cooperation and friendship with others.

Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values.

There was no such thing as Palestinians, they never existed.

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life.

One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present.

I don’t want to have a bad influence on anybody, but there’s no point in my giving up cigarettes now. I won’t die young.

My experiences remind me that it’s those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.

The sun has risen, its beautiful and so are you.

The mirror to the beautiful is beautiful.

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

I was the kind nobody thought could make it. I had a funny Boston accent. I couldn’t pronounce my R’s. I wasn’t a beauty.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.