We Must Believe In Free Will -

What Nature Delivers To Us Is Never Stale. Because What Nature Creates Has Eternity In It.

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.

Literature Has Neglected The Old And Their Emotions. The Novelists Never Told Us That In Love, As In Other Matters, The Young Are Just Beginners And That The Art Of Loving Matures With Age And Experience.

What Happened Was No Accident. Everything Was Preordained. True, The Will Was Free, But Heaven Also Made Its Ordinances.

The Pessimism Of The Creative Person Is Not Decadence But A Mighty Passion For The Redemption Of Man.