Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.

... one always believes one's own town to be more stupid than any other.

The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.