Play Is The Exultation Of The Possible.

I Think No Human Being Can Give More Than This. Making Life Possible For The Other, If Only For A Moment.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

In The Story Of The Creation We Read: ". . . And Behold, It Was Very Good." But, In The Passage Where Moses Reproves Israel, The Verse Says: "see, I Have Set Before Thee This Day Life And Good, And Death And Evil." Where Did The Evil Come From? Evil Too Is Good. It Is The Lowest Rung Of Perfect Goodness. If You Do Good Deeds, Even Evil Will Become Good; But If You Sin, Evil Will Really Become Evil.

To Him Who Knows How To Read The Legend, It Conveys More Truth Than The Chronicle.

The True Meaning Of Love One's Neighbor Is Not That It Is A Command From God Which We Are To Fulfill, But That Through It And In It We Meet God.