"Wy, którzy pospolitą rzeczą władacie, A ludzką sprawiedliwość w ręku trzymacie, Wy mówię, którym ludzi paść poruczono I zwierzchności nad stadem bożem zwierzono, Miejcie to przed oczyma zawżdy swojemi, Żeście miejsce zasiedli boże na ziemi, Z którego macie nie tak swe własne rzeczy, Jako wszytek ludzki mieć rodzaj na pieczy. A wam więc nad mniejszymi zwierzchność jest dana: Ale i sami macie nad sobą pana, Któremu kiedyżkolwiek z spraw swych uczynić Poczet macie, trudnoż tam krzywemu wynidź. Nie bierze ten pan darów, ani się pyta; Jeśli kto chłop, czyli się grofem poczyta? W siermiędzeli go widzi, w złotychli głowach: Jeśli namniej przewinił, bydź mu w okowach. Więc ja podobno z mniejszem niebezpieczeństwem Grzeszę, bo sam się tracę swem wszeteczeństwem; Przełożonych występy miasta zgubiły I szerokie do gruntu carstwa zniszczyły."

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

"Kupićby cię mądrości za drogie pieniądze, Która (jeśli prawdziwie mienią) wszystkie żądze, Wszystkie ludzkie frasunki umiesz wykorzenić."

"A my rozumy swoje przedsię udać chcemy, Hardzi między prostaki, że nic nie umiemy."

"Zyskiem człowiek zwać musi, w czem nie popadł szkody."

"I write in the same fashion that I live: My rhymes are drunken, for I love to drink. I like a revel and I like a jest, Sometimes a woman: such things fill my verse. And why pretend? The priest who strives to teach Me moderation, hides a devil within."

"Wielkieś mi uczyniła pustki w domu moim, Moja droga Orszulko, tym zniknienim swoim! Pełno nas, a jakoby nikogo nie było: Jedną maluczką duszą tak wiele ubyło."

"Gdzieśkolwiek jest, jeśliś jest, lituj mej żałości. A niemożeszli w onej dawnej swej całości, Pociesz mię, jako możesz, a staw się przedemną, Lubo snem, lubo cieniem, lub marą nikczemną."

"My, nieposłuszne, Panie, dzieci Twoje, W szczęśliwe czasy swoje Rzadko Cię wspominamy, Tylko rozkoszy zwykłych używamy."

"Czas doktór każdemu."

"Nieznajomy wróg jakiś miesza ludzkie rzeczy."

"I'm only 42 years old, so I probably have a long time ahead of me. And wouldn't it be possible to meet death? Wouldn't that be normal in my situation?"

"I'm dying For my sins and my innocence"

"Anyone who has not crawled through the tunnel of loneliness does not know the taste of real life."

"You have to be of a special constitution to be able to live the way most people live. Work, home, sleep. Work, home, sleep. This is how you survive life. Baptism, wedding, funeral."

"You will be happier with him, You will be much happier with him. Me, well – Vagabond, restless spirit, Only with me you can Go to the moor And forget everything."

"I see no reason for my existence here on earth."

"More than dying, I wanted only one thing: to live."

"Once upon a time, when I was still Edward Stachura, I thought that people live too long. That he should live one day like some butterflies. Or one year, from spring to winter. Schopenhauer says that, considering all the pros and cons, it would be better for man not to have been born. I'm 42 years old and I feel like I'm carrying 420 of them. I've lived hard. Something new every day. I didn't fall into any routine."

"Life is a theater."

"When you think and think about death as the only salvation, how can you live then?"

"You could die like nothing else: To the veins There is a knife. Or down On the pavement From on high. But is it worth it? Maybe it's not worth it? I guess it's not worth it... No, no - it's not worth it."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't often think about suicide as a way out of my hell. But it's not obvious to me. There is not a single obvious thing in my poor head."

"I walk here, I walk there Always alone in a crowd of people."

"I have been writing for a very long time I suddenly noticed that I don't have a pen in my hand"

"A rose is a flower or the name of a dead girl. You can place a rose in a warm hand or in the black earth. The red rose screams the golden-haired girl left in silence."

"These are empty and unambiguous names: man and animal love and hate enemy and friend darkness and light."

"Don't keep your hands under the covers, it's ugly and unhealthy."

"forget about us don't ask about our youth leave us"

"I don't believe in turning water into wine I don't believe in forgiveness of sins I don't believe in bodily resurrection."

"I was lying on the bed fully clothed and thinking about the fact that there were various pieces of furniture, books, and pictures hanging here, but it all made no sense. I'm lying here too and I don't make sense either."

"I built on the sand And it tumbled down, I built on a rock And it tumbled down. Now when I build, I shall begin With the smoke from the chimney."

"A human being is killed like an animal I saw: vans of crazy people who will not be saved."

"How good I am with you my heart is beating so much I thought human has no heart."

"I am twenty-four led to slaughter I survived."

"Really I don't have time to end this poem who has time now to write poems"

"For centuries, women have been raped in every war. It's even a pleasant activity, sometimes I would rape if I caught up. But my leg, my knee hurts."

"Probably I am an ordinary middle-class believer in individual rights, the word "freedom" is simple to me, it doesn't mean the freedom of any class in particular."

"December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say: so much then for your secrets and your treasures, the fervent trill of small birds, the promises of summer months."

"Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me."

"Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve Let the radiant thought last in stillness though the page is almost filled and the flame flickers We haven't risen yet to the level of ourselves."

"You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere, you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns."

"We call it a grain of sand but it calls itself neither grain nor sand. It does just fine without a name, whether general, particular, permanent, passing, incorrect or apt."

"Show me your little poem and I'll tell you why it wasn't written any earlier or later than it was.Oh no, you've got me wrong. Keep your funny piece of paper with its scribbles. All I need for my ends is your layer of dirt and the long gone smell of burning."

"Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light."

"Millennia have passed since you first called me archaeology. I no longer require your stone gods, your ruins with legible inscriptions. Show me your whatever and I'll tell you who you were."

"On this third planet from the sun among the signs of bestiality a clear conscience is Number One."

"The counting of weekdays would inevitably seem to be a senseless activity; dropping letters in the mailbox a whim of foolish youth; the sign "No Walking On The Grass" a symptom of lunacy."

"The going's rough, and so we need the laugh of bright incisors, molars of goodwill. Our times are still not safe and sane enough for faces to show ordinary sorrow."

"I felt age within me. Distance. The futility of wandering. Torpor. I looked back setting my bundle down. I looked back not knowing where to set my foot. Serpents appeared on my path, spiders, field mice, baby vultures. They were neither good nor evil now — every living thing was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic."