I was a poet in thought, a lover of all womankind in my dreams, and a conspirator in the inmost chambers of my defiant Polish nature." "They made me the cat's-paw of adroit adventurers who were filling their pockets from wealthy Polish sympathizers in France and America, and some of them were Russian paid spies.

I braved all the risks.

I was the secret means of communication of the highest circles of our cult of Rebellion.

Fool that I was, wandering from province to province, I lived the life of a mad enthusiast.

The proud memories of Poland were mine, the spirit of her music, arts, and poetry had cast its witchery over me.