The world has robbed me of my love, time has dried up hatred, and as the living individual must feel something, I live upon what remains to me. I must also say that he who feels and lives thus does no...
How utterly unprofitable my life is! These continual searchings of my mind are leading me into the desert.
I renounced complete happiness in order to secure a part of it.
Homesickness springs from the isolation of the soul from its surroundings.
There was only one who understood me, and he understood me wrongly. Miss
Besides, my old opinions—at least, the greater part of them—are now in tatters, like a worn-out garment. But
Own single law; Hei! be amazed, grow not enraged! thou in thy
Youth is the one worthwhile treasure in this world, no matter how miserable the rest of life might be.
Prophet,' he said, 'Your doctrines I do not know; therefore if I accepted them, I would do it out of fear like a coward and a base man. Are you anxious that your faith be professed by cowards and base...
It is difficult to imagine love without generosity, without a desire to make some sacrifices. To-day
Without noise of drums or
Expectancy of anything is always oppressive. When
But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.
A very poor man lives upon crumbs, and smiles gratefully—through tears. 6
— Dla Boga, panie Wołodyjowski! Larum grają! wojna! nieprzyjaciel w granicach! a ty się nie zrywasz? szabli nie chwytasz? na koń nie siadasz? Co się stało z tobą, żołnierzu? Zaliś swej dawnej przepom...
She prefers simply a life in the shape of an Apollo to that of humpbacked Pulcinello; that is her philosophy. She
Our souls are full of Gothic arches, pinnacles, twisted traceries we cannot shake off, and of which Greek minds knew nothing.
If you borrowed the very moonbeams for your head-dress, if you were a hundred times more beautiful than my fancy can paint, you would be as nothing to me,—less than nothing, because an object of avers...
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Why does crime, even when as powerful as Cæsar, and assured of being beyond punishment, strive always for the appearances of truth, justice, and virtue? Why does it take the trouble?