Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted.

The world is a wheel always turning.

Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.

The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut - a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul.