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

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

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.

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

The striking aphorism requires a stricken aphorist.