Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
JOSEPH CONRADYou 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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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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All roads are long which lead to one’s heart’s desire.
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It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
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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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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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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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Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
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A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
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God is for men, and religion for women.
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Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
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I like what is in the work — the chance to find yourself.
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Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.
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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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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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A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
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