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

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

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

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

It would be a miracle, for example, if I dropped a stone and it rose upwards. But is it no miracle that it falls to the ground?

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

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