What A Strange Power There Is In

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

The Yiddish Mentality Is Not Haughty. It Does Not Take Victory For Granted. It Does Not Demand And Command But It Muddles Through, Sneaks By, Smuggles Itself Amidst The Powers Of Destruction, Knowing Somewhere That God's Plan For Creation Is Still At The Very Beginning.

There Will Never Be Any Peace In The World As Long As We Eat Animals.

As Long As People Will Shed The Blood Of Innocent Creatures There Can Be No Peace, No Liberty, No Harmony Between People. Slaughter And Justice Cannot Dwell Together.

I Get Up Every Morning With A Desire To Do Some Creative Work. This Desire Is Made Of The Same Stuff As The Sexual Desire, The Desire To Make Money, Or Any Other Desire.