“I was a great dreamer of day dreams.”

Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.

Above all, you must fight conceit, envy, and every kind of ill-feeling in your heart.

Remember that it is not enough to abstain from lying by word of mouth; for the worst lies are often conveyed by a false look, smile, or act.

God, for example, appealed to me as a beardless man wearing a quilted silk cap; holiness was something burning, forbidding, something connected with fire while a day had the form of an oblong box.

If it be true that our people represent a high percentage of mental vigor, the distinction is probably due, in some measure, to the extremely important part which Talmud studies have played in the spiritual life of the race.

Be modest, humble, simple. Control your anger.

Only the other world has substance and reality; only good deeds and holy learning have tangible worth.

You must never tire fighting Satan.

The orthodox Jewish faith practically excludes woman from religious life.

If you study the Talmud you please God even more than you do by praying or fasting.

The dearest days in one’s life are those that seem very far and very near at once.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

If you feel that you are good, don’t be too proud of it.

What is wealth? A dream of fools.

If a man is tongue-tied, don’t laugh at him, but, rather, feel pity for him, as you would for a man with broken legs.

TV is a hard job. You work 15 hours a day. People tell you what to do. I hate to do it.

Without your health, you’ve got nothing going on. I thank God every day for good health.

I saw their folks more that day than they did the whole weekend.

I don’t like losing. But I don’t think I ever go to the park where I have a bad day. I don’t think once.

If you so choose, each day can be filled with even more joy than the one before. If you so choose, even the most seemingly random events can work in your favor.

Do not, on a rainy day, ask your child what he feels like doing, because I assure you that what he feels like doing, you won’t feel like watching.

They were great days, great nights at St James’ Park and I remember them with affection. Maybe they are forgotten too quickly.

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting – for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.