Purim is the birthday of the first Schutz-Jude , the first Jewish toady to foreign royalty.

A stranger's rose is but a thorn.

Yiddish, the language which will ever bear witness to the violence and murder inflicted on us, bear the marks of our expulsions from land to land, the language which absorbed the wails of the fathers, the laments of the generations, the poison and bitterness of history, the language whose precious jewels are the undried, uncongealed Jewish tears.

Ugliness is the greatest of all sins.

If the husband sits on a chair in the Garden of Eden, his wife is his footstool.

Prayer sometimes dulls the hunger of the pauper, like a mother's finger thrust into the mouth of her starving baby.

Youth is fair, a graceful stag, Leaping, playing in a park. Age is gray, a toothless hag, Stumbling in the dark.