Yiddish is a cheerful language of not so happy people.

Our children are flowers but only for us. Nevertheless, smell of these flowers goes to everyone.

One does not have to forgive if forgiveness is not one of his virtues. But one can forget and never come back to the issue.

Food always sounds optimistic when you have it and pessimistic when you don’t.

History is the past that is definitely, hopefully not coming back.

What do I want from the world? I want the world.