Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
JOSEPH CONRADHistory 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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Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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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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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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It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
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Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.
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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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Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.
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Everybody had to be thoroughly understood before being accepted.
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We can never cease to be ourselves.
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Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
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The mind of man is capable of anything.
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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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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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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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