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,… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
An excessive preponderance of an idealistic mood is harmful to society: it creates daydreaming, political Don Quixotism, hope for heavenly intervention. This is an… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
My position is such that there is no necessity for me to enter into competition with struggling humanity. As to expensive and ruinous pleasures,… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness. — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
“He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
But the French writers always had more originality and independence than others, and that regulator, which elsewhere was religion, long since ceased to exist… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
I consider that in dialectics I am the equal of Socrates. As to women, I agree that each has three or four souls, but… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
“They did not, however, infect the air as the Sudanese sun dried them up like mummies; all had the hue of gray parchment, and… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
“ In genere, femeia nu-si insala barbatul si nu-l tradeaza, daca el singur nu-i acela care sa-i strice sau sa-i calce inima singur in… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
“Am auzit sau am citit că filoanele de aur au uneori la suprafață un înveliș de cuarț, din care e greu să extragi metalul.… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
The fact is that between the classes there is a vast gulf that precludes all mutual understanding, and makes simultaneous efforts simply impossible. — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
It is an altogether wrong idea that the modern product of civilization is less susceptible to love. I sometimes think it is the other… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
