Love Is A Taste Of Paradise.

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.

When Have You Ever Heard Of A Cantor Or Any Artist Turning Anyone Down When He Is Strongly Urged To Perform?

This Is An Ugly And Mean World, And Only To Spite It We Mustn't Weep. If You Want To Know, This Is The Constant Source Of My Good Spirit, Of My Humor. Not To Cry, Out Of Spite, Only To Laugh Out Of Spite, Only To Laugh.

A Kind Word Is No Substitute For A Piece Of Herring Or A Bag Of Oats.

No Matter How Bad Things Get, You Got To Go On Living, Even If It Kills You.