Relationships and Family

Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; / And every little absence is an age.

If there’s delight in love, 'tis when I see / That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.

Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life.

My father was the Jewish half of the family, yet it was my mother who taught me to have pride in that tradition.

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year- old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Jealousy’s a proof of love, / But ’tis a weak and unavailing medicine; / It puts out the disease and makes it show, / But has no power to cure.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

’Tis sweet to think, that, where’er we rove, / We are sure to find something blissful and dear, / And that, when we re far from the lips we love, / We’ve but to make love to the lips we are near.

O, if thou car'st not whom I love / Alas, thou lov’st not me.

He injures a fair lady that beholds her not.

To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?

Deep in the cavern of the infant’s breast / The father’s nature lurks, and lives anew.

With him for a sire and her for a dam, / What should I be but just what I am?

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; / Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.

In a brief space the generations of living beings are changed and like runners pass on the torches of life.

Every old man complains of the growing depravity of the world, of the petulance and insolence of the rising generation.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,— / Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; / Another race the following spring supplies: / They fall successive, and successive rise.

Only mothers can think of the future—because they give birth to it in their children.

When you deal with your brother, be pleasant, but get a witness.

Cruel is the strife of brothers.