A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
JOSEPH CONRADIt is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
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Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
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I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you’ll have to do something for it.
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Going home must be like going to render an account.
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It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
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I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go.
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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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God is for men, and religion for women.
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Protection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
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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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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.
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Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
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We can never cease to be ourselves.
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To be busy with material affairs is the best preservative against reflection, fears, doubts, all these things which stand in the way of achievement. I suppose a fellow proposing to cut his throat would experience a sort of relief while occupied in stropping his razor carefully.
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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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