The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

God will pardon me. It is His trade.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.

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.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.