Henryk Sienkiewicz Quotes

The sky is one whole, the water another; and between those two infinities the soul of man is in loneliness.

Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.

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

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.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.

Every novelist should write something for children at least once in his lifetime.

I go to church because I am a skeptic in regard to my own skepticism.

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.

Life deserves laughter, hence people laugh at it.

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.

It is an altogether wrong idea that the modern product of civilization is less susceptible to love. I sometimes think it is the other way.

Evidently the merit depends on the result of the work.

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.

The fact is that between the classes there is a vast gulf that precludes all mutual understanding, and makes simultaneous efforts simply impossible.

There is probably no greater idler than myself. And I would consider myself a lazy-bones if I did not write so many volumes, and if I did not admire my diligence once I begin writing.

The sky is one whole, the water another

Anxiety prepares the organism badly for an ordeal which even under more favorable circumstances would not be an easy thing to bear.

There is within us a moral instinct which forbids us to rejoice at the death of even an enemy.

I know that even the meanest person has still at his disposition high-sounding words wherewith to mask his real character.

...he began to fear whether in the presence of far greater events, all his acts would not fade into insignificance, just as a drop of rain disappears into the sea.

If we repay evil with good, then how do we repay the good?

As to women, I agree that each has three or four souls, but none of them a reasoning one.