Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
The stars that nature hung in heaven and filled their lamps with everlasting oil give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
As we moved along in a little procession I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps and they burned until morning my father said and so people did not need to carry lanterns.
I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.