In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

The law of dislike for the unlike will always prevail. And whereas the unlike is normally situated at a safe distance, the Jews bring the unlike into the heart of every milieu, and must there defend a frontier line as large as the world.

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.

The way Bernard Shaw believes in himself is very refreshing in these atheistic days when so many people believe in no God at all.

What clinical lectures I will give in heaven, demonstrating the ignorance of doctors!