They Still Believe In God, The Family,

There Is A Permanent Amnesia Planted In Us, Which Just As We Keep Forgetting Our Dreams, We Sometimes Keep On Forgetting Our Reality.

It Seems That The Analysis Of Character Is The Highest Human Entertainment. And Literature Does It, Unlike Gossip, Without Mentioning Names.

There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish And A Gratitude For Every Day Of Life, Every Crumb Of Success, Each Encounter Of Love... In A Figurative Way, Yiddish Is The Wise And Humble Language Of Us All, The Idiom Of A Frightened And Hopeful Humanity.

Various Philosophers And Religious Leaders Tried To Convince Their Disciples And Followers That Animals Are Nothing More Than Machines Without A Soul, Without Feelings. However, Anyone Who Has Ever Lived With An Animal-be It A Dog, A Bird, Or Even A Mouse-knows That This Theory Is A Brazen Lie, Invented To Justify Cruelty.

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.