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.
JOSEPH CONRADNowhere 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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Going home must be like going to render an account.
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There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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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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If you don’t make mistakes, you don’t make anything .
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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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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
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I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
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A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!
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You know I hate, detest, and can’t bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.
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Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.
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It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
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