Lapham’s Quarterly

They exchange their home and sweet thresholds for exile, and seek under another sun another home.

Better free in a strange land than a slave at home.

The first thing that a new migrant sends to his family back home isn’t money; it’s a story.

History in its broadest aspect is a record of man’s migrations from one environment to another.

Exile lacks the grandeur, the majesty, of expatriation.

I have loved justice and hated iniquity: therefore I die in exile.

To live exiled from a place you have known intimately is to experience sensory deprivation. A wide-awake coma.

Those who go overseas find a change of climate, not a change of soul.

Usually speaking, the worst-bred person in company is a young traveler just returned from abroad.

Home is wherever I go.