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.

Gossip is nature's telephone.

When the heart is full it runs out of the eyes.

If you listen carefully, you get to hear everything you didn't want to hear in the first place.

This is an ugly and mean world, and only to spite it we mustn't weep. If you want to know, this is the constant source of my good spirit, of my humor. Not to cry, out of spite, only to laugh out of spite, only to laugh.

A kind word is no substitute for a piece of herring or a bag of oats.

Ah, how many luxuries has the good God prepared for his Jewish children.