Doubt is not a very agreeable status, but certainty is a ridiculous one.

Originality is nothing but judicious plagiarism.

The Pride of every Jew finds cause to believe that the cause of their down fall is not their detestable politics, or ignorance of social graces, but the raft of God. They believe it took a miracle to undo them.

We offer up prayers to god only because we have made him after our own image. We treat him like a pasha, or a sultan, who is capable of being exasperated and appeased.

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.

When his highness sends a ship to Egypt, does he trouble his head whether the mice on board are at their ease or not?

The man who, in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.