In Russia I Went To

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

We Need To Listen To One Another.

Art Is Whether Or Not There Is A Scream In Him Wanting To Get Out In A Special Way.

Every Man Who Has Shown The World The Way To Beauty, To True Culture, Has Been A Rebel, A 'universal' Without Patriotism, Without Home, Who Has Found His People Everywhere.

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...i Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing; But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something.