When have you ever heard of a cantor or any artist turning anyone down when he is strongly urged to perform?

A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.

To go to the synagogue with one's father on the Passover eve - is there in the world a greater pleasure than that? What is it worth to be dressed in new clothes from head to foot, and to show off before one's friends? Then the prayers themselves - the first Festival evening prayer and blessing.

Without love our life is ... a ship without a rudder ... like a body without a soul.

Love is a taste of paradise.

A cantor, when he starts singing, it's like rain - once it starts, it's hard to stop.

It is an old custom amongst Jewish children, to become war-like on the 'L'ag Beomer.' They arm themselves from head to foot with wooden swords, pop-guns and bows and arrows. They take food with them, and go off to wage war.