The Greatness Of Art Is Not To

The Soul Never Dies And The Body Is Never Really Alive.

The Genuine Writer Cannot Ignore The Fact That The Family Is Losing Its Spiritual Foundation.

Each Soul Must Accomplish Its Task, Or It Would Not Have Been Sent Here.

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.

No Technological Achievements Can Mitigate The Disappointment Of Modern Man, His Loneliness, His Feeling Of Inferiority, And His Fear Of War, Revolution And Terror. Not Only Has Our Generation Lost Faith In Providence But Also In Man Himself, In His Institutions And Often In Those Who Are Nearest To Him.