Quotes from Henryk Sienkiewicz

without noise of drums or

O ?mierci nie warto my?le?, bo ona bez naszej pomocy o nas my?li.

mandassero con lei il suo seguito, il

Herd!" repeated Petronius, with contempt; "a people worthy of Cæsar!" And he began to think that a society resting on superior force, on cruelty of which even barbarians had no conception, on crimes and mad profligacy, could not endure. Rome ruled the world, but was also its ulcer.

All these are uncommon things, but does not the uncommon surround us on every side?

quarrel with Yeremi at the time, still Chigirin

While looking thus, his [Nero] glance rested on the Apostle [Peter] standing on the stone. For a while those two men looked at each other. It occurred to no one in that brilliant retinue, and to no one in that immense throng, that at that moment two powers of the earth were looking at each other, one of which would vanish quickly as a bloody dream, and the other, dressed in simple garments, would seize in eternal possession the world and the city.

Prostia, dup? cum spune Pyrrhon, nu-i deloc mai prejos decât înÈ›elepciunea, de care nu se deosebeÈ™te prin nimic.

I have no wish to know anything which may deform life and mar its beauty. Never mind whether our gods are true or not; they are beautiful, their rule is pleasant for us, and we live without care.

Lumea se întemeiaz? pe înÈ™el?ciune, iar viaÈ›a este o iluzie. ?i sufletu-i o iluzie. Trebuie, totuÈ™i, s? ai atâta minte ca s? È™tii s? deosebeÈ™ti iluziile pl?cute de cele nepl?cute. În hypocaustum, poruncesc s? se ard? lemn de cedru pres?rat cu ambr?, pentru c? în via?? prefer aromele, nu duhoarea.

It is all my fault! But the blind man when he stumbles over a stone, curses the stone, not the blindness that made him stumble. 17

I know that in life I shall never find anything beyond what I have found; thou thyself knowest not that thou art hoping yet continually, and seeking.

Roma se tapa los oídos cuando te oye; y el mundo se ríe de ti.

It is difficult to imagine love without generosity, without a desire to make some sacrifices. To-day

Primejdie! Ne b?l?cim cu toÈ›ii în bezna morÈ›ii, în ea dispare mereu câte un cap...

Homesickness springs from the isolation of the soul from its surroundings.

Besides, my old opinions—at least, the greater part of them—are now in tatters, like a worn-out garment. But

I feel restless, and something seems to weigh me down.

Expectancy of anything is always oppressive. When

There is in, us a lack of the synthetic faculty which distinguishes things that are important from those that are not.

If you borrowed the very moonbeams for your head-dress, if you were a hundred times more beautiful than my fancy can paint, you would be as nothing to me,—less than nothing, because an object of aversion.

Walking along the avenues, we had one of the so-called intellectual conversations, which consist a great deal in quoting names of books and authors.

Truly times must be out of joint, when only asses have any power of action left, and those who have a little more intelligence use it to doubt everything, and to persuade themselves that it is not worth while to attempt anything.

Jakie spo?ecze?stwo, taka literatura. (how society is, such is literature)