Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous,

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

The Jewish Problem Is As Old As History, And Assumes In Each Age A New Form. The Life Or Death Of Millions Of Human Beings Hangs Upon Its Solution; Its Agitation Revives The Fiercest Passions For Good And For Evil That Inflame The Human Breast.