It is best never to have been born. But who among us has such luck? One in a million, perhaps.

Work is what you do so that sometime you won't have to do it anymore.

When everyone leaves you it's loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it's solitude.

It is the destiny of the emigrant that the foreign land does not become his homeland: his homeland becomes foreign.

Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.

The striking aphorism requires a stricken aphorist.

It is best never to have been born. But who among us has such luck? One in a million, perhaps.