About Mistakes It's Funny. You

But I Have Felt That To Be A Jew Was, In Some Ways At Least, To Be Especially Privileged.

Wasn't Marriage, Like Life, Unstimulating And Unprofitable And Somewhat Empty When Too Well Ordered And Protected And Guarded. Wasn't It Finer, More Splendid, More Nourishing, When It Was, Like Life Itself, A Mixture Of The Sordid And The Magnificent; Of Mud And Stars; Of Earth And Flowers; Of Love And Hate And Laughter And Tears And Ugliness And Beauty And Hurt.

Funny, Isn't It, How Your Whole Life Goes By While You Think You're Only Planning The Way You're Going To Live It?

Any Piece Of Furniture, I Don't Care How Beautiful It Is, Has Got To Be Lived With, And Kicked About, And Rubbed Down, And Mistreated By Servants, And Repolished, And Knocked Around And Dusted And Sat On Or Slept In Or Eaten Off Of Before It Develops Its Real Character ... A Good Deal Like Human Beings.

Here In Texas Maybe We've Got Into The Habit Of Confusing Bigness With Greatness.