In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In Israel we tend to be carried away by our emotions.
I cannot assume emotions I do not feel, and must describe Jerusalem as I found it. Since being here, I have read the accounts of several travellers, and in many cases the devotional rhapsodies - the ecstacies of awe and reverence - in which they indulge, strike me as forced and affected.
I have no fear that the candle lighted in Palestine years ago will ever be put out.
Palestine is our unforgettable historic home. The very name would be a force of marvelous potency for summoning our people together.
I have a lot of warm feelings towards the Palestinian people.
As an observer, I react to the realities of Israeli life with both envy and relief. Nobody wants to live under the threat of constant attack from enemies right next door, under ceaseless and often unfair international scrutiny, defending his homeland by day and living with the memories of mass genocide at night.
Praise the Lord, O England's Jerusalem: and Netherland's Zion, praise ye the Lord! He hath secured your gates, and blessed your possessions with peace, even here, where the threatened torch of war was lighted.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
Yet the wonder of it all is that, while engaged in a seemingly endless struggle, the Israelis have managed to turn a desert into a garden.
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