Science and art, or by the same token, poetry and prose differ from one another like a journey and an excursion. The purpose of the journey is its goal, the purpose of an excursion is the process.

Servants honor their master by their service.

Grief, first take on shape! what is shapeless causes fear and torment but when the enemy materializes, half the victory is won.

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.

When receiving an order, many servants repeat their "yes" numerous times, especially the lazy ones.

Boundless in your charity, but shrewd and cautious as a lender, you delight all those today whom you made beggars the day before.

From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.