The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.
JOSEPH CONRADProtection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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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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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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The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
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Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.
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The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.
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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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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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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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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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Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.
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To be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.
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Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.
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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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