Where Words Leave Off, Music Begins.

Since The Exodus, Freedom Has Always Spoken With A Hebrew Accent.

He Is Noble Who Both Feels And Acts Nobly.

As The Moon's Fair Image Quaketh In The Raging Waves Of Ocean, Whilst She, In The Vault Of Heaven, Moves With Silent Peaceful Motion.

Whatever Tears One May Shed, In The End One Always Blows One's Nose.

At Noon I Feel As Though I Could Devour All The Elephants Of Hindostan, And Then Pick My Teeth With The Spire Of Strasburg Cathedral; In The Evening I Become So Sentimental That I Would Fain Drink Up The Milky Way Without Reflecting How Indigestible I Should Find The Little Fixed Stars, And By Night There Is The Devil Himself Broke Loose In My Head And No Mistake.