The fate of the singers who, like my songs, went up in flame was also the fate of the books which I later wrote. All of them went up in flame to Heaven in a fire which broke out one night at my home in Bad Homburg as I lay ill in a hospital.
Shmuel Yosef AgnonIf we breathe the scent of goodly grass, the fragrance of spices, the aroma of good fruits, we pronounce a blessing over the pleasure.
Shmuel Yosef AgnonI was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.
Shmuel Yosef Agnon