Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.

The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.

Jews who long have drifted from the faith of their fathers... are stirred in their inmost parts when the old, familiar Passover sounds chance to fall upon their ears.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted, for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?