Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
JOSEPH CONRADWords, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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It’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.
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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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Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.
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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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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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Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
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The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.
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The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.
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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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A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!
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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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Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.
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A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
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I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.
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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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