Cyprian Norwid

"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 in every breath She in every smile She in tears, in prayer and in hymns..."

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

"Hell is merely the impossibility of love."

"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?"

"Poles are a great nation and a worthless society."

"Polishness is bitter bread..."