Nothing remains to me but to avoid seeing her, and I never will see her again.
Let me follow to its end my solitary and rugged path.

One consolation will accompany me: I can say that happiness has not been denied to me: that it is my conscience, admonished from on high, which has refused to accept it, and there is a divine sweetness in great trials religiously accepted.

Believe me, it is God who speaks to me, as he spoke to me of old in San Francisco, to enjoin me to forsake everything and give my blood for my country.

I recognise his voice, which to-day bids my heart be silent and immolate itself on the altar of its chosen cause.

God and Poland! Beyond this, my watch-word, I have no longer the right to yield to anything." And, turning towards the statuette, he exclaimed: "It is at her feet that I lay down my dolorous offering; she it is who will cure my bruised and broken heart." Samuel Brohl spoke in a voice thrilling with emotion; the breath of the Divine Spirit seemed to play through his hair, and make his eyes grow humid.