Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.

The three most celebrated doctors on the island have been to see me. One sniffed at what I spat, the second tapped where I spat from, and the third sounded me and listened as I spat. The first said I was dead, the second that I was dying and the third that I'm going to die.

I don't know how it is, but the Germans are amazed at me and I am amazed at them for finding anything to be amazed about.

I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.

I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness.

Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.