One Has To Trust That God Knows

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.

Whatever Doesn't Really Happen Is Dreamed At Night. It Happens To One If It Doesn't Happen To Another, Tomorrow If Not Today, Or A Century Hence If Not Next Year.

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.

The Waste Basket Is The Writer's Best Friend.

Children Have No Use For Psychology. They Detest Sociology. They Still Believe In God, The Family, Angels, Devils, Witches, Goblins, Logic, Clarity, Punctuation, And Other Such Obsolete Stuff. When A Book Is Boring, They Yawn Openly. They Don't Expect Their Writer To Redeem Humanity, But Leave To Adults Such Childish Allusions.