For myself, I am very small indeed in my own eyes.

For myself, I am very small indeed in my own eyes.

Our sages of blessed memory have said that we must not enjoy any pleasure in this world without reciting a blessing.

I am generally ashamed to walk out in new clothes. And why am I ashamed? Is it because I don't want to embarrass the others who don't have new things? Or perhaps because a new coat makes you stand out, and you seem to be clothes and nothing else.

People's talk and the stories they tell have been engraved on my heart, and some of them have flown into my pen.

I was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.

If we breathe the scent of goodly grass, the fragrance of spices, the aroma of good fruits, we pronounce a blessing over the pleasure.