“I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.”

“See a flame in a spark, a tree in a seed. See great things in little beginnings.”

“The fire was silent, the little houses collapsing into the flames without complaint, flocks of sparks rising to the sky. At a distance it seemed beautiful, and I thought it was strange that powerful violence is often so pleasing to the eye...”

“We can’t always expect great things from great men; but we must always expect little things from little men!”

“A man is born into this world with only a tiny spark of goodness in him. The spark is God, it is the soul; the rest is ugliness and evil, a shell. The spark must be guarded like a treasure, it must be nurtured, it must be fanned into flame. It must learn to seek out other sparks, it must dominate the shell. Anything can be a shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, laziness, brutality, and genius. Yes, even a great mind can be a shell and choke the spark.”

“Alone-- it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.”