For myself, I am very small indeed in my own eyes.
But always I regarded myself as one who was born in Jerusalem.
After all my possessions had been burned, God gave me the wisdom to return to Jerusalem.
If we eat any food, or drink any beverage, we must recite a blessing over them before and after.
Not every man remembers the name of the cow which supplied him with each drop of milk he has drunk.
I was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.
Our sages of blessed memory have said that we must not enjoy any pleasure in this world without reciting a blessing.
I returned to Jerusalem, and it is by virtue of Jerusalem that I have written all that God has put into my heart and into my pen.
As a result of the historic catastrophe in which Titus of Rome destroyed Jerusalem and Israel was exiled from its land, I was born in one of the cities of the Exile.
At the age of nineteen and a half, I went to the Land of Israel to till its soil and live by the labour of my hands. As I did not find work, I sought my livelihood elsewhere.