The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream. Henryk Sienkiewicz More Quotes by Henryk Sienkiewicz More Quotes From Henryk Sienkiewicz The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness. Henryk Sienkiewicz lonely loneliness men Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh. Henryk Sienkiewicz flower compassion sea I know that even the meanest person has still at his disposition high-sounding words wherewith to mask his real character. Henryk Sienkiewicz mask real character I go to church because I am a skeptic in regard to my own skepticism. Henryk Sienkiewicz skepticism regard church I consider that in dialectics I am the equal of Socrates. As to women, I agree that each has three or four souls, but none of them a reasoning one. Henryk Sienkiewicz four three soul But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love. Henryk Sienkiewicz source spring thinking Tell me,' asked Stas, 'what is a wicked deed?' 'If anyone takes away Kali's cow,' he answered after a brief reflection, 'that then is a wicked deed.' 'Excellent!' exclaimed Stas, 'and what is a good one?' This time the answer came without any reflection: 'If Kali takes away the cow of somebody else, that is a good deed.' Stas was too young to perceive that similar views of evil and good deeds were enunciated in Europe not only by politicians but by whole nations. Henryk Sienkiewicz reflection views europe Life deserves laughter, hence people laugh at it. Henryk Sienkiewicz laughter laughing people I know from experience that to one who thinks much and feels deeply, it often seems that he has only to put down his thoughts and feelings in order to produce something altogether out of the common; yet as soon as he sets to work he falls into a certain mannerism of style and common phraseology; his thoughts do not come spontaneously, and one might almost say that it is not the mind that directs the pen, but the pen leads the mind into common, empty artificiality. Henryk Sienkiewicz order fall thinking England is never in a hurry because she is eternal. Henryk Sienkiewicz eternal england On an exhausted field, only weeds grow. Henryk Sienkiewicz marijuana weed fields Every novelist should write something for children at least once in his lifetime. Henryk Sienkiewicz novelists writing children It has been said that Poland is dead, exhausted, enslaved, but here is the proof of her life and triumph. Henryk Sienkiewicz proof triumph exhausted The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders. Henryk Sienkiewicz bird men two The sky is one whole, the water another Henryk Sienkiewicz whole sky water He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good. Henryk Sienkiewicz always-smile contemplating In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading. Henryk Sienkiewicz window-panes fear people Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety. Henryk Sienkiewicz rosary weather two In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless. Henryk Sienkiewicz darkness fear rain 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 effort understanding class
