Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.
JOSEPH CONRADI 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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We live as we dream – alone.
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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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The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.
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He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.
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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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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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Protection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
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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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It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.
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A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
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Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
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It’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
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There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
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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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He struggled with himself, too. I saw it — I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
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