The past was only my cradle, and now it cannot hold me, because I am grown too big.

I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.

You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.

Among the liveliest of my memories are those of eating and drinking; and I would sooner give up some of my delightful remembered walks, green trees, cool skies, and all, than to lose my images of suppers eaten on Sabbath evenings at the end of those walks.

It is not that I belong to the past, but the past that belongs to me.

There is never a Jewish community without its scholars, but where Jews may not be both intellectuals and Jews, they prefer to remain Jews.

The past was only my cradle, and now it cannot hold me, because I am grown too big.