There is here, what is not in the old country. In spite of hard, unfamiliar things, there is here - hope. In the old country, a man can be no more than his father, providing he works hard. If his father was a carpenter, he may be a carpenter. He many not be a teacher or a priest. He may rise - but only to his father's state. In the old country, a man is given to the past. Here he belongs to the future. In this land, he may be what he will, if he has the good heart and the way of working honestly at the right things.

I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.

Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.

Sometimes I think it's better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be... safe. At least she knows she's living.

I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.

They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.

New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.