He Always Smiles, Even When Contemplating Nothing

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

Amid The Stillness Of The Night, In The Depths Of The Ravine, From The Direction In Which The Corpses Lay Suddenly Resounded A Kind Of Inhuman, Frightful Laughter In Which Quivered Despair, And Joy, And Cruelty, And Suffering, And Pain, And Sobbing, And Derision; The Heart-rending And Spasmodic Laughter Of The Insane Or Condemned.

An Excessive Preponderance Of An Idealistic Mood Is Harmful To Society: It Creates Daydreaming, Political Don Quixotism, Hope For Heavenly Intervention. This Is An Undeniable Truth--but It Is Also True That Every Extreme Is Harmful.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another; And Between Those Two Infinities The Soul Of Man Is In Loneliness.

It Has Been Said That Poland Is Dead, Exhausted, Enslaved, But Here Is The Proof Of Her Life And Triumph.