“I demand of you a thousand pardons, monsieur. I am without defence. For some months now I cultivate the marrows. This morning suddenly I enrage myself with these marrows. I send them to promenade themselves - alas! not only mentally but physically. I seize the biggest. I hurl him over the wall. Monsieur, I am ashamed. I prostrate myself.”
“If I am not for myself, who is for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? If not now, when?”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I? If not now, when? ”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?”
“I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.”
“There is a question I have learned to ask myself when I am feeling bothered about others: am I holding myself to the same standard I am demanding of them?”