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.
JOSEPH CONRADI always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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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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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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As a general rule, a reputation is built on manner as much as on achievement.
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The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
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All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
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It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
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Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.
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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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Everybody had to be thoroughly understood before being accepted.
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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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A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.
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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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You can’t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.
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Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
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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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