Come, Let Us Have Some Tea And

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...i Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing; But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something.

It's Always Easier To Learn Something Than To Use What You've Learned. . . . You're Alone When You're Learning. But You Always Use It On Other People. It's Different When There Are Other People Involved.

A Life Is Measured By How It Is Lived For The Sake Of Heaven.

... An Artist Is A Person First. He Is An Individual. If There Is No Person, There Is No Artist.

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.