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

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.

There is within us a moral instinct which forbids us to rejoice at the death of even an enemy.

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.

Wealth is not a hindrance, but rather a help towards attaining a proper standing in a chosen field of activity. I confess that as far as I am concerned, it has done me some service as it preserved my character from many a crookedness poverty might have exposed it to.

But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.