The Problem To Be Faced Is: How

I Have One Talent, And That Is The Capacity To Be Tremendously Surprised, Surprised At Life, At Ideas. This Is To Me The Supreme Hasidic Imperative: Don't Be Old. Don't Be Stale.

As Civilization Advances, The Sense Of Wonder Declines. Such Decline Is An Alarming Symptom Of Our State Of Mind. Mankind Will Not Perish For Want Of Information; But Only For Want Of Appreciation.

Celebration Is A Confrontation, Giving Attention To The Transcendent Meaning Of One's Actions.

The Time For The Kingdom May Be Far Off, But The Task Is Plain: To Retain Our Share In God In Spite Of Peril And Contempt. There Is A War To Wage Against The Vulgar, The Glorification Of The Absurd, A War That Is Incessant, Universal. Loyal To The Presence Of The Ultimate In The Common, We May Be Able To Make It Clear That Man Is More Than Man, That In Doing The Finite He May Perceive The Infinite .

A Test Of A People Is How It Behaves Toward The Old. It Is Easy To Love Children. Even Tyrants And Dictators Make A Point Of Being Fond Of Children. But The Affection And Care For The Old, The Incurable, The Helpless Are The True Gold Mines Of A Culture.