We live as we dream – alone.
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.
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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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You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
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In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.
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The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.
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We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
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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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Protection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
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If you don’t make mistakes, you don’t make anything .
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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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Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.
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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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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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To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
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It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
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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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