Prose attributed Abraham Joshua Heschel:
- Man is a messenger who forgot the message
- Pagans exalt sacred things, the Prophets extol sacred deeds
- The search of reason ends at the shore of the known
- The stone is broken but the words are alive
- To be human is to be a problem, and the problem expresses itself in anguish
- [Heschel felt] Loyal to the presence of the ultimate in the commonplace
- in doing the finite [we] may perceive the infinite
Also, here are some great Yiddish curses (in English, though):
"May you piss green worms!"
You should own a thousand houses
with a thousand rooms in each house
and a thousand beds in every room.
And you should sleep each night
in a different bed, in a different room,
in a different house, and get up every morning
and go down a different staircase
and get into a different car,
driven by a different chauffeur,
who should drive you to a different doctor
--and he shouldn’t know what’s wrong with you either!
I've already used the longer one today--hope you can put them to good use as well.
p.s. I've found the writing in the book a little long-winded and awkward, but the story is generally interesting.