Yes, There Is Some Thought About Making

He Taught Them That The Purpose Of A Man Is To Make His Life Holy--every Aspect Of His Life: Eating, Drinking Praying, Sleeping. God Is Everywhere, He Told Them, And If It Seems At Times That He Is Hidden From Us, It Is Only Because We Have Not Yet Learned To Seek Him Correctly.

I Won't Talk To You About My Family And You Won't Talk To Me About Yours. Family Talk Is Either Boring Or Self-pitying. Or It's Gothic, Like A Faulkner Novel. Who Needs To Talk About It? It's Enough To Live It.

A Non-fiction Writer Pretty Much Has The Shape Of The Figure In Front Of Him Or Her And Goes About Refining It. A Work Of Non-fiction Is Not As Difficult To Write As A Work Of Fiction, But It's Not As Satisfying In The End.

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...i Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing; But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something.

I Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing. But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something. A Span Of Life Is Nothing. But The Man Who Lives That Span, He Is Something. He Can Fill That Tiny Span With Meaning, So Its Quality Is Immeasurable Though Its Quantity May Be Insignificant. Do You Understand What I Am Saying? A Man Must Fill His Life With Meaning, Meaning Is Not Automatically Given To Life.