Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.
Henryk SienkiewiczThis 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.
Henryk SienkiewiczThere is within us a moral instinct which forbids us to rejoice at the death of even an enemy.
Henryk SienkiewiczIt has been said that Poland is dead, exhausted, enslaved, but here is the proof of her life and triumph.
Henryk SienkiewiczThe fact is that between the classes there is a vast gulf that precludes all mutual understanding, and makes simultaneous efforts simply impossible.
Henryk Sienkiewicz