The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders.

An excessive preponderance of an idealistic mood is harmful to society: it creates daydreaming, political Don Quixotism, hope for heavenly intervention. This is an undeniable truth--but it is also true that every extreme is harmful.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

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

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.

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

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