It Is Difficult To Be King When

I Was Brought Up In The Great Tradition Of The Late Nineteenth Century: That A Writer Never Complains, Never Explains And Never Disdains.

A Nation Becomes What Its Young People Read In Their Youth. Its Ideals Are Fashioned Then, Its Goals Strongly Determined.

An Age Is Called Dark Not Because The Light Fails To Shine, But Because People Refuse To See It.

No Invader Has Ever Conquered The Heart Of Poland, That Spirit Which Is The Inheritance Of Sons And Daughters, The Private Passion Of Families And The Ancient, Unbreakable Tie To All Those Who Came Before.

As A Younger Man I Wrote For Eight Years Without Ever Earning A Nickel Which Is A Long Apprenticeship, But In That Time I Learned A Lot About My Trade.