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.
There are people who have never been taught anything, and know everything, have never been anywhere, and understand everything, have never given a moment's thought to anything, and comprehend everything. 'Blessed hands' is the name bestowed on these fortunate beings. The world envies, honours and respects them.
Playing nuts is a game like any other, neither better than tops, nor worse than cards. The game is played in various ways. There are 'holes' and 'bank' and 'caps.' But every game finishes up in the same way. One boy loses, another wins. And, as always, he who wins is a clever fellow, a smart fellow, a good fellow.
If somebody tells you that you have ears like a donkey, pay no attention. But if two people tell you so, buy yourself a saddle.
A bachelor is a man who comes to work each morning from a different direction.
When you die, others who think they know you, will concoct things about you... Better pick up a pen and write it yourself, for you know yourself best.
Ah, how many luxuries has the good God prepared for his Jewish children.
To go to the synagogue with one's father on the Passover eve - is there in the world a greater pleasure than that? What is it worth to be dressed in new clothes from head to foot, and to show off before one's friends? Then the prayers themselves - the first Festival evening prayer and blessing.
When the heart is full, the eyes overflow.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.
When have you ever heard of a cantor or any artist turning anyone down when he is strongly urged to perform?