I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

The Goat's Business Is None Of The Sheep's Concern.

The Astronomers Tell Us That Other Planets Are Gifted With Two - Four - Even Nine Lavish Moons. Imagine The Romantic Possibilities Of Nine Moons.

To Be Alive Is A Fine Thing. It Is The Finest Thing In The World, Though Hazardous. It Is A Unique Thing. It Happens Only Once In A Lifetime. To Be Alive, To Know Consciously That You Are Alive, And To Relish That Knowledge -- This Is A Kind Of Magic. Or It May Be A Kind Of Madness, Exhilarating But Harmless.

But I Have Felt That To Be A Jew Was, In Some Ways At Least, To Be Especially Privileged.