Joseph Conrad Quotes
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We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.
Don't you know what the police are for, Stevie? They are there so that them as have nothing shouldn't take anything away from them who have.
It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
His hair in falling seemed to have stuck to his chin, and had prospered in the new locality, for his beard hung down to his waist.
His was an impenetrable darkness. I looked at him as you peer down at a man who is lying at the bottom of a precipice where the sun never shines.
The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.
Agent was lying flushed and insensible; the other, bent over his books, was making correct entries of perfectly correct transactions;
Of a decent young citizen in a toga - perhaps too much dice, you know - coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even,
It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.
I don't know the world, nor yet the people in it; I have been too solitary - I am too young to trust my own opinions.
You will learn soon how not to be faint-hearted. A man has got to learn everything
and that's what so many of them youngsters don't understand.
and that's what so many of them youngsters don't understand.
There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.
The weakness of many tellers of tales who seem so often unaware of what their audience would best like to hear;
I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life ...
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
He was just a word for me. I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything?
We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever, but in the August light of abiding memories.
An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.
A woman's true tenderness, like the true virility of man, is expressed in action of a conquering kind.
No wonder there are bandits in the Campo when there are none but thieves, swindlers, and sanguinary macaques to rule us...
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.
Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
The serenity of truth and the peace of death can be only secured through a largeness of contempt embracing all the profitable servitudes of life. He
It is not Justice the servant of men, but accident, hazard, Fortune-the ally of patient Time-that holds an even and scrupulous balance.
The men, the women, the children; the old with the young, the decrepit with the lusty - all equal before sleep, death's brother.
That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.
Avoid irritation more than exposure to the sun ... In the tropics one must before everything keep calm.' ...
But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.
Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest,
A diplomatic statement, Lena, is a statement of which everything is true but the sentiment which seems to prompt it.
That man seems to have a particular talent for being on the spot whenever there is something picturesque to be done.
The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death
The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.
The part of the inexplicable should be al lowed for in appraising the conduct of men in a world where no explanation is final.
Leading questions as to my acquaintances in the sepulchral city, and so on. His little eyes glittered
All the pilgrims rushed out to see. I remained, and went on with my dinner. I believe I was considered brutally callous. However, I did not eat much.
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.
but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.