To my darling Rose,
I once read this in a novel about Chinese life: “Success. What is it? A bubble that breaks at the touch. A shallow dream that too often ends in bitterness and despair. The only kind of success is the peace that can come from one’s own heart, the ability to live with one’s own self and not be ashamed, to love one good woman and with her taste life to its very dregs. That is success and the only kind worth having.”
Together, we shall, please God, make a success of our lives.
With all my love,
[In Hebrew] Kislev, 5706
BE SLOW TO PROMISE BUT QUICK TO PERFORM