One Can Find In The Yiddish Tongue

The Very Essence Of Literature Is The War Between Emotion And Intellect, Between Life And Death. When Literature Becomes Too Intellectual - When It Begins To Ignore The Passions, The Emotions - It Becomes Sterile, Silly, And Actually Without Substance.

There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

Writing Has Power, But Its Power Has No Vector. Writers Can Stir The Mind, But They Can't Direct It. Time Changes Things, God Changes Things, The Dictators Change Things, But Writers Can't Change Anything.

Whatever Doesn't Really Happen Is Dreamed At Night. It Happens To One If It Doesn't Happen To Another, Tomorrow If Not Today, Or A Century Hence If Not Next Year.

Various Philosophers And Religious Leaders Tried To Convince Their Disciples And Followers That Animals Are Nothing More Than Machines Without A Soul, Without Feelings. However, Anyone Who Has Ever Lived With An Animal-be It A Dog, A Bird, Or Even A Mouse-knows That This Theory Is A Brazen Lie, Invented To Justify Cruelty.