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Mar122019

Henryk Sienkiewicz

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

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

It is not Atlas who carries the world on his shoulders, but woman; and sometimes she plays with it as with a ball.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.

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.

Prophet,' he said, 'Your doctrines I do not know; therefore if I accepted them, I would do it out of fear like a coward and a base man. Are you anxious that your faith be professed by cowards and base people?

What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with blood?


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