Pity is an emotion equally unpleasant to the bestower as to the recipient. - Bolesław Prus

'There are two men in me,' he thought, 'one quite sensible, the other a lunatic. But I am not concerned with that any longer... What shall I do, though, if the sensible man wins?'

And is there no war on today? It is the weapons that have changed, that's all. Instead of an axe or scythe or scimitar, they fight with roubles.

Your true Pole starts to sweat at the second decimal place, at the fifth he runs a temperature, and at the seventh has a stroke...