Cyprian Norwid

“Polishness is bitter bread...”

“Poles are a great nation and a worthless society.”

“Why, shadow, are you driving away with your arms broken into armor?”

“What have you done to Athens, Socrates?”

“The stones groaned silently. The ideal has hit the pavement.”

“I want the Czarnolas thing!”

“Hell is merely the impossibility of love.”

“For the country dear where but a crumb of breadUp from the ground with reverence we heave,Adoring thus the Boon by Heaven spread…O Lord I grieve…”

“Bad, bad always and everywhere.This black thread is spinning: She is behind me, in front of me and next to me,She in every breathShe in every smileShe in tears, in prayer and in hymns...”

“And I played... And I feel even sadder.”