I Consider That In Dialectics I Am

The Profession Of The Writer Has Its Thorns About Which The Reader Does Not Dream.

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.

Wealth Is Not A Hindrance, But Rather A Help Towards Attaining A Proper Standing In A Chosen Field Of Activity. I Confess That As Far As I Am Concerned, It Has Done Me Some Service As It Preserved My Character From Many A Crookedness Poverty Might Have Exposed It To.

Anxiety Prepares The Organism Badly For An Ordeal Which Even Under More Favorable Circumstances Would Not Be An Easy Thing To Bear.

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.