Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know.

Some great men owe most of their greatness to the ability of detecting in those they destine for their tools the exact quality of strength that matters for their work.

Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.

All a man can betray is his conscience.