Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At

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.

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.

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

I Know From Experience That To One Who Thinks Much And Feels Deeply, It Often Seems That He Has Only To Put Down His Thoughts And Feelings In Order To Produce Something Altogether Out Of The Common; Yet As Soon As He Sets To Work He Falls Into A Certain Mannerism Of Style And Common Phraseology; His Thoughts Do Not Come Spontaneously, And One Might Almost Say That It Is Not The Mind That Directs The Pen, But The Pen Leads The Mind Into Common, Empty Artificiality.