He Is Noble Who Both

The Night Comes Stealing O'er Me, And Clouds Are On The Sea; While The Wavelets Rustle Before Me With A Mystical Melody.

The Fundamental Evil Of The World Arose From The Fact That The Good Lord Has Not Created Money Enough.

You Talk Of Our Having An Idea; We Do Not Have An Idea. The Idea Has Us, And Martyrs Us, And Scourges Us, And Drives Us Into The Arena To Fight And Die For It, Whether We Want To Or Not.

Reform Judaism Is Like Mock Turtle Soup-turtle Soup Without The Turtle

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.