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.
JOSEPH CONRADFew 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.
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.
JOSEPH CONRADHe 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 CONRADIt’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.
JOSEPH CONRADThe mind of man is capable of anything.
JOSEPH CONRADA writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
JOSEPH CONRADI slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.
JOSEPH CONRADMy 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.
JOSEPH CONRADIt is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.
JOSEPH CONRADIt’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
JOSEPH CONRADProtection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
JOSEPH CONRADIt occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
JOSEPH CONRADImagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
JOSEPH CONRADThere is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
JOSEPH CONRADThe human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.
JOSEPH CONRADYou 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.
JOSEPH CONRAD