Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.
Henryk SienkiewiczIn the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading.
Henryk SienkiewiczDay is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.
Henryk Sienkiewicz