Sometimes, The Thing That Ties You Down

My Mother And My Father Were Illiterate Immigrants From Russia. When I Was A Child They Were Constantly Amazed That I Could Go To A Building And Take A Book On Any Subject. They Couldn't Believe This Access To Knowledge We Have Here In America. They Couldn't Believe That It Was Free.

Maybe There Is No Peace In This World. I Don't Know ... But I Know As Long As We Live We Must Stay True To Ourselves.

Virtue Is Not Photogenic.

You Haven't Learned How To Live Until You've Learned How To Give.

Obey The Voice Within - It Commands Us To Give Of Ourselves And Help Others. As Long As We Have The Capacity To Give, We Are Alive