MARK TWAIN WROTE

If the statistics are right, the Jews constitute but one per cent of the human race.
It suggests a nebulous dim puff of star dust lost in the blaze of the Milky Way.

Properly the Jew ought hardly to be heard of; but he is heard of. He is as prominent
on the planet as any other people, and his commercial importance is extravagantly
out of proportion to the smallness of his bulk. His contributions to the world's list of
great names in literature, science, art, music, finance, medicine . . . are also way
out of proportion to the weakness of his numbers.

He has made a marvelous fight in this world, in all the ages; and has done it with
his hands tied behind him. He could be vain of himself, and be excused for it.

The Egyptian, the Babylonian and the Persian rose, filled the planet with sound
and splendour, then faded to dream-stuff and passed away; the Greek and the
Roman followed, and made a vast noise, and they are gone; other peoples have
sprung up and held their torch high for a time, but it burned out, and they sit in
twilight now, or have vanished.

The Jew saw them all beat them all, and is now what he always was, exhibiting
no decadence, no infirmities of age, no weakening of parts, no slowing of his
energies, no dulling of his alert and aggressive mind. All things are mortal but
the Jew; all other forces pass, but he remains.

What is the secret of his immortality?
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Yours in Christ,
Paul N. F.