Life is like a postcard. You begin to write, and you leave a great deal of space between the letters, words and lines. After all, the postcard is large and you don’t have all that much to say. But then, as you come toward the end of the card, you realize that it was smaller than you thought, and that you had more to say than you thought. So you squeeze the words together, and you squash the lines in a mad, last-minute attempt to get everything in. Most of the time, you don’t succeed. Often you leave out your most important thought. Tragically, you sometimes don’t even have room to sign your name. ~ R’ Shlomo Riskin