Term, holidays, term, holidays, till we leave school, and then work, work, work till we die.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

One of my favorite jokes, a telling commentary on Jewish mothers' capacity to lay on guilt, involves the mother who gave her son two neckties on Chanuka. The boy hurried into his bedroom, ripped off the tie he was wearing, put on one of the ties his

No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.

He that teaches himself has a fool for a master.