It’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
JOSEPH CONRADThat’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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
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The sea – this truth must be confessed – has no generosity. No display of manly qualities – courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness – has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.
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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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I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
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Going home must be like going to render an account.
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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.
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What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
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As a general rule, a reputation is built on manner as much as on achievement.
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God is for men, and religion for women.
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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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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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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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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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It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
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Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
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