The Sky Is One Whole,

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.

Day Is Like Day As Two Beads In A Rosary, Unless Changes Of Weather Form The Only Variety.

I Know That Even The Meanest Person Has Still At His Disposition High-sounding Words Wherewith To Mask His Real Character.

He Always Smiles, Even When Contemplating Nothing Good.

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.