We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
JOSEPH CONRADEverything 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.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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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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Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.
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Kisses are the remnants of paradise.
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All roads are long which lead to one’s heart’s desire.
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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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Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
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We live as we dream – alone.
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Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.
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Nowhere 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.
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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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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 take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
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The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.
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You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
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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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