Love is a taste of paradise.
The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.
Gossip is nature's telephone.
Without love our life is ... a ship without a rudder ... like a body without a soul.
Here lies a plain and simple Jew who wrote in plain and simple prose.
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.