“What is man? Hope turned to dust. No. What is man? Dust turned to hope.”

Mankind must remember that peace is not God’s gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other.

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

We must choose between the violence of adults and the smiles of children. Between the ugliness of hate and the will to oppose it. Between inflicting suffering and humiliation on our fellow man and offering him the solidarity and hope he deserves.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light.

Our obligation is to give meaning to life and in doing so to overcome the passive, indifferent life.

There is much to be done, there is much that can be done… one person of integrity can make a difference.

Every Jew, somewhere in his being, should set apart a zone of hate – healthy virile hate – for what the German personifies and for what persists in the German.

Bite your lips, little brother…Don’t cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now…Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.

Only the guilty are guilty: the children of killers are not killers, but children.

Every moment contains a spark of eternity.

For us it’s not easy to be conformist, I cannot stand to be conformist, I don’t accept what it is, I like to say no. If I see an injustice I scream.

For nearly 3,500 years Exodus has left such an imprint on people’s memories that I cannot imagine it had been invented just as a legend or a tale.

you can do something. You can, even for one person Don’t turn away; help. Because those who suffer, often suffer not because of the person or the group that inflicts the suffering; they seem to suffer because nobody cares.

This is the role of writers: to turn their tears into a story – and perhaps into a prayer.

Take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim.

A religious person answers to God, not to the elected or non-elected official.

Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.

Our true buddha-nature has no shape. And the dust of affliction has no form.

The gospel humbles us into the dust and at the very same time exalts us to the heavens.

Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.

Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.

… if they [your children] write their names in the dust on the furniture, don’t let them put the year.

It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.

When the white man who is always the aggressor knows he runs as great a risk of biting the dust every time his Afro-American victim does, he will have greater respect for Afro-American life.