A Woman's Rank Lies In The Fulness

For What We Call Illusions Are Often, In Truth, A Wider Vision Of Past And Present Realities - A Willing Movement Of A Man's Soul With The Larger Sweep Of The World's Forces - A Movement Towards A More Assured End Than The Chances Of A Single Life.

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.

Jews Are Not Fit For Heaven, But On Earth They Are Most Useful.

There Is No Short-cut No Patent Tram-road, To Wisdom. After All The Centuries Of Invention, The Soul's Path Lies Through The Thorny Wilderness Which Must Still Be Trodden In Solitude, With Bleeding Feet, With Sobs For Help, As It Was Trodden By Them Of Old Time.

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.