You see, money to you means freedom; to me it means bondage.

When you are young you take the kindness people show you as your right.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

Of all the hokum with which this country [America] is riddled, the most odd is the common notion that it is free of class distinctions.

If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.

Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.