“In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.”

I was there when God was put on trial. At the end of the trial, they used the word chayav, rather than ‘guilty’. It means ‘He owes us something’. Then we went to pray.

Human beings all change. Not what they are but who they are. We have the power to change what we do with our life and turn it into our destiny.

I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.

I came to the conclusion that I am free to choose my own suffering. But I am not free to consent to someone else’s suffering.

I don’t want my past to become anyone else’s future.

We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.

Be careful with words, they’re dangerous. Be wary of them. They begat either demons or angels. It’s up to you to give life to one or the other. Be careful, I tell you, nothing is as dangerous as giving free rein to words

Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

We are all teachers, or should be. Anyone who relays experience to another person is a teacher. Not to transmit your experience is to betray it.

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.

Once upon a time refugee meant somebody who has a refuge, found a place, a haven where he could find refuge.

Once you bring life into the world, you must protect it. We must protect it by changing the world.

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Indifference creates evil. Hatred is evil itself. Indifference is what allows evil to be strong, what gives it power.

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

In order to fly, you have to give up the ground you are standing on.

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.

Living in a chronic state of unawareness can cause us to miss much of what is most beautiful and meaningful in our lives.

God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty.

Stopping the endless pursuit of getting somewhere else is the perhaps most beautiful offering we can make to our spirit.

It is a rare and beautiful thing when we choose to offer love in situations when most people would choose to scorn or ignore.

If you haven’t cried, your eyes can’t be beautiful.

Each and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.