The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.
JOSEPH CONRADNowhere 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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We can never cease to be ourselves.
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All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.
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It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
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Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
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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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I don’t like work but I like what is in work – the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – which no other man can ever know.
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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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A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
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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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What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
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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 work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.
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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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A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
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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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