On An Exhausted Field, Only Weeds Grow.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another

It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That The Modern Product Of Civilization Is Less Susceptible To Love. I Sometimes Think It Is The Other Way.

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.

Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness And Malice There Bloomed At Times Compassion, As A Pale Flower Blooms In A Putrid Marsh.

Wealth Is Not A Hindrance, But Rather A Help Towards Attaining A Proper Standing In A Chosen Field Of Activity. I Confess That As Far As I Am Concerned, It Has Done Me Some Service As It Preserved My Character From Many A Crookedness Poverty Might Have Exposed It To.