They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
JOSEPH CONRADThe sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.
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Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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To be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.
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Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.
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I like what is in the work — the chance to find yourself.
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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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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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That’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.
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I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
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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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It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
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Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.
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We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
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Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
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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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