The battle for hearts and minds begins in the field of memory. And in that field, age has no limit.

The road to home is when we find our hearts filled with the stories of our people.

In the end, history proved the Jews correct. Across time and place, memory lives on the tenacity of a people’s resolve never to forget—not just with words—but with an endless stream of concrete actions rushing every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

The best dreams are the dreams we made come true for the world.

In the end, class will out. So much talk about helping the poor. It's all words and class interest— in the end.

Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough to speak the truth; that it is bravery enough. Every mountain leveled to the ground, every forest burned, every man, woman, and child who lost their shanties to arsonist fires were defended to the heavens—with words.