'And I who believe that God is love, what answer could I give my young questioner, whose dark eyes still held the reflection of that angelic sadness which had appeared one day upon the face of the hanged child? What did I say to him? Did I speak of that other Jew, his brother who may have resembled him - the Crucified, whose Cross had conquered the world? Did I affirm that the stumbling block to his faith was the cornerstone of mine, and that the conformity between the Cross and the suffering of men was in my eyes the key to that impenetrable mystery whereon the faith of his childhood had perished? Zion, however, has risen from the crematories and the charnel houses. The Jewish nation has been resurrected from among its thousands of dead. It is through them that it lives again. We do not know the worth of one single drop of blood, one single tear. All is grace. If the Eternal is the Eternal, the last word of each one of us belongs to him. This is what I should have told this Jewish child. But I could only embrace him, weeping.'

- Francois Mauriac; Foreword to the 'Night' by Elie Wiesel


Unknown said…
Too good book sir, Thanks for mentioning it here. How do you get time to read so many books!

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