“What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?”

“So green this summer and so fresh. There are white and gold daisies among the grass in front of an old wire fence, a meadow with some cows and far in the distance a low rising of the land with something golden on it. Hard to know what it is. No need to know.”

“You have to find what sparks a light in you so that you in your own way can illuminate the world.”

“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...”

“There is bound to be turbulence in the clouds of confusion before one can view the friendly skies, and an illuminated landing strip.”

“The Jew is that sacred being, who has brought down from Heaven the everlasting fire, and has illumined with it the entire world. He is the religious source, spring, and fountain out of which all the rest of the peoples have drawn their beliefs and their religions.”