It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
JOSEPH CONRADHe 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel–it is, before all, to make you see.
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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 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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All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
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You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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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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A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
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That’s why love is so inseparable from any talk about truth and death, because we know that love is fundamentally a death of an old self that was isolated and the emergence of a new self now entangled with another self, the self that you fall in love with.
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Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.
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Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
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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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Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
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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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