There Is A Quiet Humor In Yiddish

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.

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.

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.

I Am Thankful, Of Course, For The Prize And Thankful To God For Each Story, Each Idea, Each Word, Each Day.

If Moses Had Been Paid Newspaper Rates For The Ten Commandments, He Might Have Written The Two Thousand Commandments.