Today is, after all, today, but yesterday is of the same substance as tomorrow.

There shall be no slave in your home, male or female: Least of all the mother of your son.

Finally and long overdue, your people, oppressed and disgraced by hatred and maliciousness, have achieved justice: now you enjoy full citizen's rights, but you'll remain Jews nonetheless.

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

To enlist the support of the people and of parliament, you only have to propose a profitable villainy.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.