Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness

Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At It.

This Homage Has Been Rendered Not To Me - For The Polish Soil Is Fertile And Does Not Lack Better Writers Than Me - But To The Polish Achievement, The Polish Genius.

There Is Within Us A Moral Instinct Which Forbids Us To Rejoice At The Death Of Even An Enemy.

In The Presence Of The Storm, Thunderbolts, Hurricane, Rain, Darkness, And The Lions, Which Might Be Concealed But A Few Paces Away, He Felt Disarmed And Helpless.

But I Think Happiness Springs From Another Source, A Far Deeper One That Doesn't Depend On Will Because It Comes From Love.