I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.

I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.

A characteristic thing about the aspiring immigrant is the fact that he is not content to progress alone. Solitary success is imperfect success in his eyes. He must take his family with him as he rises.

I want now to be of today. It is painful to be conscious of two worlds. The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

The czar always got his dues, no matter if it ruined a family.

Among the liveliest of my memories are those of eating and drinking; and I would sooner give up some of my delightful remembered walks, green trees, cool skies, and all, than to lose my images of suppers eaten on Sabbath evenings at the end of those walks.

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.