Beloved are Israel, for they were called children of the All-present.

The paper burns, but the words fly away.

Like a twisted olive tree in its 500th year, giving then its finest fruit, is man. How can he give forth wisdom until he has been crushed and turned in the Hand of God.

In the beginning, sin is like a thread of a spider's web. But in the end, it becomes like the cable of a ship.

Everything is foreseen, yet freedom of choice is granted.

He who remains unmarried impairs the divine image.

A fence to wisdom is silence.

Beloved is man, for he was created in the image of God. Beloved are Israel, for they were called children of God. Beloved are Israel, for unto them was given the desirable Torah

Before you taste anything, recite a blessing.

Beloved is man, for he was created in the image of God.

Jesting and levity lead a man to lewdness.

Vision is a romantic thing. We have got into 'talent identification'. I am much more interested in passion - finding people who are really excited about doing something.

Science still won't explain the mysterious nature of love and despair.

The wise learn from the experience of others, and the creative know how to make a crumb of experience go a long way.

There's a lot of great fights to make.

I'm scared shitless of heights.

I wish I could do an entire spa day.

I surprised myself, that I was in the tissue of the character enough, that I could actually come up with something that I didn't actually feel or didn't believe.

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.