"For the country dear where but a crumb of bread Up from the ground with reverence we heave, Adoring thus the Boon by …"

"Hell is merely the impossibility of love."

"And I played... And I feel even sadder."

"Bad, bad always and everywhere. This black thread is spinning: She is behind me, in front of me and next to me, She i…"

"I want the Czarnolas thing!"

"The stones groaned silently. The ideal has hit the pavement."

"What have you done to Athens, Socrates?"

"Why, shadow, are you driving away with your arms broken into armor?"

"Polishness is bitter bread..."

"O mnie Moskwa i będą wiedzieć Tatarowie I, różnego mieszkańcy świata, Anglikowie."