It Is Inconceivable To Me That A

As A Species We Are Always Hungry For New Knowledge.

It Is Inconceivable To Me That A Million Or Three Million Or Half A Million Human Beings Will Think And Feel Precisely The Same Way On Any Single Subject.

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.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

A Writer Is A Strange Instrument Of Our Species, A Harp Of Sorts, Fine-tuned To The Dark Contradictions Of Life.