A Jewish grandmother is watching her grandchild playing on the beach when a huge wave comes and takes him out to sea. She pleads, 'Please God, save my only grandson. I beg of you, bring him back.' And a big wave comes and washes the boy back onto the beach, good as new. She looks up to heaven and says: 'He had a hat!'

Some people are always complaining that roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

Oh, blessed a thousand times the peasant who is born, eats and dies without anybody bothering about his affairs.

I am a confirmed believer in blessings in disguise. I prefer them undisguised when I myself happen to be the person blessed; in fact, I can scarcely recognize a blessing in disguise except when it is bestowed upon someone else.

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

There are two blessings which most people misuse-health and leisure.