When have you ever heard of a cantor or any artist turning anyone down when he is strongly urged to perform?
The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
When the heart is full, the eyes overflow.
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.
Ah, how many luxuries has the good God prepared for his Jewish children.
