It has been said that Poland is dead, exhausted, enslaved, but here is the proof of her life and triumph.

On an exhausted field, only weeds grow.

This 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.

If the infinity of the sea may call out thus, perhaps when a man is growing old, calls come to him, too, from another infinity still darker and more deeply mysterious; and the more he is wearied by life the dearer are those calls to him.

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 people?

But the French writers always had more originality and independence than others, and that regulator, which elsewhere was religion, long since ceased to exist for them.