Hatred is degenerated love,
First wrong.
It is difficult to imagine love without generosity, without a desire to make some sacrifices. To-day
— 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...
The ears of the prince. His guardianship over
There speaks again the sceptic; but I shall never be so intoxicated as to lose my capacity of observation.
She prefers simply a life in the shape of an Apollo to that of humpbacked Pulcinello; that is her philosophy. She
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...
Our souls are full of Gothic arches, pinnacles, twisted traceries we cannot shake off, and of which Greek minds knew nothing.
Oj, pójdziewa w żyto, Boś dobra, kobieto!
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...
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
Own single law; Hei! be amazed, grow not enraged! thou in thy
Mandassero con lei il suo seguito, il
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?
What a strange power there is in woman! She comes in contact with a genius without portfolio, an exceptionally useless implement like me, and then, without any preaching on her part, he feels himself...
Poland! Poland! The very name carries with it sighings and groanings, nation-murder, brilliance, beauty, patriotism, splendors, self-sacrifice through generations of gallant men and exquisite women; i...
It seems incredible that a man possessing so many conditions of happiness should be not only so little happy, but clearly does not see the reason why he should exist at all. It
¡Qué sociedad!-A tal sociedad, tal César.[...]