A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
JOSEPH CONRADYou can’t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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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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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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The real significance of crime is in its being a breach of faith with the community of mankind.
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There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
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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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The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
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I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
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Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.
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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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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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The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.
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All a man can betray is his conscience.
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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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Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
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