Evidently the merit depends on the result of the work.

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

The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness.

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

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

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.

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