God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

Jews Who Long Have Drifted From The Faith Of Their Fathers... Are Stirred In Their Inmost Parts When The Old, Familiar Passover Sounds Chance To Fall Upon Their Ears.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.

Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses.

High In The Air Rises The Forest Of Oaks, High Over The Oaks Soar The Eagle, High Over The Eagle Sweep The Clouds, High Over The Clouds Gleam The Stars... High Over The Stars Sweep The Angels.

Sleep Is Good, Death Is Better; But Of Course, The Best Thing Would To Have Never Been Born At All.