When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?

He who has far to ride spares his horse.

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.

I have loved him too much not to hate