The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.
No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.
The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.
I live, which is the main point.
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.
Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.