But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
JOSEPH CONRAD
You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker – may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!
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All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.
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It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
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Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
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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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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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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.
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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.
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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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There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
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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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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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