One has to trust that God knows how to manage the world.

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year.

We've got to believe in free will, we have got no choice.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.

Yasha spent his Sabbath talking and smoking cigarettes among musicians. To the earnest moralists who attempted to get him to change his ways, he would always answer: "When were you in heaven, and what did God look like?"

Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.

Who created all this? Yasha would ask himself. Was it the sun? If so, then perhaps the sun was God. Yasha had read in some holy book that Abraham had worshiped the sun before accepting the existence of Jehovah.

Next to Elka lay a man's form. Another in my place would have made an uproar, and enough noise to rouse the whole town, but the thought occurred to me that I might wake the child.

After the meal, the couple retired to their bedroom. Man and wife don't usually lie together in the daytime, but when he went outside to close the shutters, she did not protest. As soon as he put his arm around her she was aroused, like an adolescent- since a woman who has not been pregnant, remains virginal forever.

It is a general rule that when the grain of truth cannot be found, men will swallow great helpings of falsehood.