It would be a miracle, for example, if I dropped a stone and it rose upwards. But is it no miracle that it falls… — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
It is the destiny of the emigrant that the foreign land does not become his homeland: his homeland becomes foreign. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
When everyone leaves you it's loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it's solitude. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
Work is what you do so that sometime you won't have to do it anymore. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
It is best never to have been born. But who among us has such luck? One in a million, perhaps. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
When everyone leaves you its loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else its solitude. — Alfred Polgar Copy Share Image
