Those That Perished In Hitler's

It Is A Dreadful Thing To See The Dead City. Next To The Port I Found Children, Women, The Old, Waiting For A Way To Leave. I Entered The Houses, There Were Houses Where The Coffee And Pita Bread Were Left On The Table, And I Could Not Avoid [thinking] That This, Indeed, Had Been The Picture In Many Jewish Towns [i.e., In Europe, During World War Ii].

It Is Always Much Easier, I Have Discovered, To Make People Cry Or Gasp Than To Make Them Think.

To Be Successful, A Woman Has To Be Much Better At Her Job Than A Man.

From Russia I Didn't Bring Out A Single Happy Memory, Only Sad, Tragic Ones. The Nightmare Of Pogroms, The Brutality Of Cossacks Charging Young Socialists, Fear, Shrieks Of Terror.

Can We Today Measure Devotion To Husband And Children By Our Indifference To Everything Else?