No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For

It Is Only Kindred Griefs That Draw Forth Our Tears, And Each Weeps Really For Himself.

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.

I Do Not Know The Meaning Of My Sadness; There Is An Old Fairy Tale That I Cannot Get Out Of My Mind.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

Jews Who Long Have Drifted From The Faith Of Their Fathers... Are Stirred In Their Inmost Parts When The Old, Familiar Passover Sounds Chance To Fall Upon Their Ears.