On An Exhausted Field, Only Weeds Grow.

I Consider That In Dialectics I Am The Equal Of Socrates. As To Women, I Agree That Each Has Three Or Four Souls, But None Of Them A Reasoning One.

There Is Probably No Greater Idler Than Myself. And I Would Consider Myself A Lazy-bones If I Did Not Write So Many Volumes, And If I Did Not Admire My Diligence Once I Begin Writing.

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.

Day Is Like Day As Two Beads In A Rosary, Unless Changes Of Weather Form The Only Variety.

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.