Every Novelist Should Write Something For Children

It Has Been Said That Poland Is Dead, Exhausted, Enslaved, But Here Is The Proof Of Her Life And Triumph.

He Always Smiles, Even When Contemplating Nothing Good.

But The French Writers Always Had More Originality And Independence Than Others, And That Regulator, Which Elsewhere Was Religion, Long Since Ceased To Exist For Them.

Amid The Stillness Of The Night, In The Depths Of The Ravine, From The Direction In Which The Corpses Lay Suddenly Resounded A Kind Of Inhuman, Frightful Laughter In Which Quivered Despair, And Joy, And Cruelty, And Suffering, And Pain, And Sobbing, And Derision; The Heart-rending And Spasmodic Laughter Of The Insane Or Condemned.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another; And Between Those Two Infinities The Soul Of Man Is In Loneliness.