Had the situation not been so tragic, we might have laughed.
You shouldn’t act as a spokesperson for someone who’s trying to impose his will on you.
And action is the only remedy to indifference, the most insidious danger of all.
We must choose between the violence of adults and the smiles of children, between the ugliness of hate and the will to oppose it. Between inflicting suffering and humiliation on our fellow man and offering him the solidarity and hope he deserves. Or not.
Humanity would never tolerate it.
A man who is fighting for the future of mankind is not waiting for torture, he’s waiting for – the Revolution.
Anything you want to say about God you better make sure you can say in front of a pit of burning babies.
Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys.
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.
No commandment surpasses the one concerning the liberation of hostages, for they are among the starving, the thirsting, the stripped, always in danger of death.
Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.
And why do you pray, Moishe?” I asked him. “I pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.
Where is God to be found? In suffering or in rebellion? When is a man most truly a man? When he submits or when he refuses? Where does suffering lead him? To purification or to bestiality?
In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone.
My hands were aching, I was clenching them so hard. To strangle the doctor and the others! To set the whole world on fire! My father’s murderers! But even the cry stuck in my throat.
I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with Death itself, with Death that he had already chosen.
This was it; the end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way to scream, to call for help.
Then he smiled. I shall always remember that smile. What world did it come from? Heavy snow continued to fall over the corpses.
How much longer would our lives be lived from one “last night” to the next?
Don’t be deluded. Hitler has made it clear that he will annihilate all Jews before the clock strikes twelve.” I exploded: “What do you care what he said? Would you want us to consider him a prophet?