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“the man who knew that his people were in the "fire of Egypt," which would some day be paralleled by the crematoria of contemporary history – to that Moses was shown, in the first communication from God, that “the bush may burn, but it will not be consumed.” The Jewish people may be in flames, but contrary to the laws of nature, they will never be destroyed. Am Yisrael Hai, “the Jewish people will live forever,” was the metaphorical message that served as the true purpose of the miracle of the burning bush. The burning bush was more than a miracle; it was a message.”
― Benjamin Blech, Understanding Judaism: The Basics of Deed and Creed

“To allow a human being to drown because you are busy telling God how much you care about Him and His world is the ultimate hypocrisy.”
― Benjamin Blech, Understanding Judaism: The Basics of Deed and Creed

“Until the Tower of Babel, humans had only planted and sown, reaped and harvested. Farmers are dependent upon nature and, in their dependency, turn to God. Builders, however, seek to control nature. And in their sense of might they tend to overplay their own role and at times to believe that they are no longer dependent on God. “Come let us build a city and a tower with its top in Heaven” (Genesis 11:4). The Talmud adds (Sanhedrin 109a): “We will build a tower that reaches so high that we will be able to come to the very throne of the Almighty and topple him.” The metaphor is profound. The scientist says if we build high enough, if we indicate our ultimate strength, if we reach the skies and soar to the very Heavens, then we, too, with Yuri Gagarin, the first Russian cosmonaut, can say with unbounded egoism, “There is no God, because I was in the Heavens and I did not see Him.” “Let us make us a name” was the cry of the first technological wizards. “We will dethrone God.” And so they built the Tower of Babel.”
― Benjamin Blech, Understanding Judaism: The Basics of Deed and Creed

“Зашел он с правой стороны, я дверцу открыл, посадил его рядом с собой, поехали. Шустрый такой парнишка, а вдруг чего-то притих, задумался и нет-нет, да и взглянет на меня из-под длинных своих загнутых кверху ресниц, вздохнет. Такая мелкая птаха, а уже научился вздыхать. Его ли это дело? Спрашиваю: «Где же твой отец, Ваня?» Шепчет: «Погиб на фронте». — «А мама?» — «Маму бомбой убило в поезде, когда мы ехали». — «А откуда вы ехали?» — «Не знаю, не помню…» — «И никого у тебя тут родных нету?» — «Никого». — «Где же ты ночуешь?» — «А где придется».”
― Mikhail Sholokhov, The Fate of a Man and Early Stories