Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
JOSEPH CONRADThey were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
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It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation.
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Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
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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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Going home must be like going to render an account.
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He struggled with himself, too. I saw it — I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
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The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement – but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.
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Everybody had to be thoroughly understood before being accepted.
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A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.
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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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You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.
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Never test another man by your own weakness.
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They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
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Kisses are the remnants of paradise.
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A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
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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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But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
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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.
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To be busy with material affairs is the best preservative against reflection, fears, doubts, all these things which stand in the way of achievement. I suppose a fellow proposing to cut his throat would experience a sort of relief while occupied in stropping his razor carefully.
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Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.
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In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.
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To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
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The real significance of crime is in its being a breach of faith with the community of mankind.
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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.
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Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
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