“There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks,… — 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
