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

No Jew was ever fool enough to turn Christian unless he was a clever man.

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

I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

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

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.

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.