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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.

Joseph Conrad

Going home must be like going to render an account.
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Account Home Journey
One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Believe Exploration Ocean Oneself Particle Truth
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Deal Difficult Man Terrible Woman
Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.
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Carry Fools Man Time Wisdom
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
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Born Earth Fate Goodness People Wait
A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
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Carry Deal Destruction Fly Space Word
Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Accident Strength Weakness Yourself
It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Believe Experience Luck Man Mark
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.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Art Bird Destroy History Repeat Reproduction Song Wild World
Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don’t be afraid to follow it.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Afraid Bliss Yourself
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Charm Life Sea
Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Enjoyment Reality Talk
It’s only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Mistake Myself Work
I 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 CONRAD

Books Friendship Leaving Old Pocket Solid
Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
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Myself Power Right Word World
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.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Chance Discover Reality Work Yourself
Perhaps life is just that- a dream and a fear.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Deep Dreams Fear Life One Liner
The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement – but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.
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Devotion Human Leadership Nature Noble Revolution Selfish Victim
Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
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Enemy Friendship Greatness Word
I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you’ll have to do something for it.
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Afraid History Inspirational Myself Work Yourself
It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.
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Illusion Profit Respect Safety
Kisses are the remnants of paradise.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Kiss One Liner Paradise
You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
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Enemy Friendship Judgement Man
To be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Achievement Greatness Yourself
A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Interest Sympathy Writing
It’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 CONRAD

Extraordinary Eyes Life Support Thinking
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.
JOSEPH CONRAD

Illusion Lonely Memories Misery Naked Terrorism True Word

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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