It is only that my illusion is more real to me than reality. And so do we often build our world on an error, and cry out that the universe is falling to pieces, if any one but lift a… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag, or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
One current of continuity runs underneath all the abortive phases of my life. From childhood on I have been obliged to drop anything I… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
A proper autobiography is a death-bed confession. A true man finds so much work to do that he has no time to contemplate his… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
The past was only my cradle, and now it cannot hold me, because I am grown too big. — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
It is painful to be consciously of two worlds. The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness. I am not afraid to live on and… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
“The tongue am I of those who lived before me, as those that are to come will be the voice of my unspoken thoughts.… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
There was one public school for boys, and one for girls, but Jewish children were admitted in limited numbers - only ten to a… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose. — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
As we moved along in a little procession, I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps, and they burned until… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
