Life for the European is a career; for the American it is a hazard.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere.
My life is European.
I believe that there are better opportunities to keep people safe if we are outside the European Union.
Being and working in America, it's very important to work hard, work smart and work in a certain way. France and Europe has, with the tradition and culture, it's slow-moving and it's not always good.
The American dream seems to be thriving in Europe not at home.
It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilities it entails is fighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.
The European style of living is seductive: fewer hours worked, more hours at the cafe, less concern over self-betterment. But that style of living does not produce a purposeful life.
We have to breathe new life into Europe.
The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.