Sometimes small things lead to great joys.

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

But always I regarded myself as one who was born in Jerusalem.

But perhaps the truth newly discovered is itself only temporary and when new discoveries are made these truths too will be abandoned. But one truth remains for ever, and that is the search for truth.

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.

Sometimes small things lead to great joys.

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