Shoulders Are From God And Burdens Too.

The Truth Is That What The Great Religions Preached, The Yiddish-speaking People Of The Ghettos Practiced Day In And Day Out. They Were The People Of The Book In The Truest Sense Of The Word. They Knew Of No Greater Joy Than The Study Of Man And Human Relations, Which They Called Torah, Talmud, Mussar, Cabala.

There Must Be A Way For Man To Attain All Possible Pleasures, All The Powers And Knowledge That Nature Can Grant Him, And Still Serve God--a God Who Speaks In Deeds, Not In Words, And Whose Vocabulary Is The Cosmos.

A Marxist Has Never Written A Good Novel.

The Greatness Of Art Is Not To Find What Is Common But What Is Unique.

We All Play Chess With Fate As Partner. He Makes A Move, We Make A Move. He Tries To Checkmate Us In Three Moves, We Try To Prevent It. We Know We Can't Win, But We're Driven To Give Him A Good Fight.