Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words

If You Call [the Synagogue] A Brothel, A Den Of Vice, The Devil's Refuge, Satan's Fortress, A Place To Deprave The Soul, An Abyss Of Every Conceivable Disaster Or Whatever Else You Will, You Are Still Saying Less Than It Deserves.

Haste Is Of The Devil.

The Face Is The Mirror Of The Mind, And Eyes Without Speaking Confess The Secrets Of The Heart.

Who Would Have Believed That The Daughters Of That Mighty City Would One Day Be Wandering As Servants And Slaves On The Shores Of Egypt And Africa, Or That Bethlehem Would Daily Receive Noble Romans, Distinguished Ladies, Brought Up In Wealth And Now Reduced To Beggary? I Cannot Help Them All, But I Grieve And Weep With Them, And Am Completely Absorbed In The Duties Which Charity Imposes On Me. I Have Put Aside My Commentary On Ezekiel And Almost All Study. For Today We Must Translate The Precepts Of The Scriptures Into Deeds; Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words, We Must Act Them.

Everything Has Its Drawbacks, As The Man Said When His Mother-in-law Died, And They Came Down Upon Him For The Funeral Expenses.