There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.
JOSEPH CONRADA task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.
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Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.
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I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you’ll have to do something for it.
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Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.
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It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
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My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel–it is, before all, to make you see.
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If you don’t make mistakes, you don’t make anything .
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The sea – this truth must be confessed – has no generosity. No display of manly qualities – courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness – has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.
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I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
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Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
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It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
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It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
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History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
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