Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.

I go to church because I am a skeptic in regard to my own skepticism.

It has been said that Poland is dead, exhausted, enslaved, but here is the proof of her life and triumph.

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.

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.

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.

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.