Painting A Picture Is Like Trying To

We Are All Functioning At A Small Fraction Of Our Capacity.

If You Cannot Read All Your Books...fondle Them---peer Into Them, Let Them Fall Open Where They Will, Read From The First Sentence That Arrests The Eye, Set Them Back On The Shelves With Your Own Hands, Arrange Them On Your Own Plan So That You At Least Know Where They Are. Let Them Be Your Friends; Let Them, At Any Rate, Be Your Acquaintances.

Danger Gathers Upon Our Path. We Cannot Afford - We Have No Right - To Look Back. We Must Look Forward

The Struggle Which Is Now Beginning Between The Zionist And Bolshevik Jews Is Little Less Than A Struggle For The Soul Of The Jewish People.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.