Of this I have not the slightest recollection, so I suppose I was an unconscious impostor.

Certain I am that I thought no ignoble thoughts as I chanted the sacred words; and who can say that my visions were not as inspiring as David's?
He was a shepherd before he became a king.

I was an ignorant child in the Ghetto, but I was admitted at last to the society of the best; I was given the freedom of all America.

Perhaps the "stuff that dreams are made of" is the same for all dreamers.
When we came to read Genesis I had the great advantage of a complete translation in Yiddish.

I faithfully studied the portion assigned in Hebrew, but I need no longer wait for the next lesson to know how the story ends.