You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Droll thing life is—that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
For a bag of pepper, they could cut each other's throats without hesitation, and would forswear their souls... The bizarre obstinacy of… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“a stone image shed a miraculous tear of compassion over the incertitudes of life and death....” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“It would have been so much in accordance with the wisdom of life, which consists in putting out of sight all the… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“One evening coming in with a candle I was startled to hear him say a little tremulously, "I am lying here in… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“[…] but I remember I preferred the soldier to the philosopher at the time; a preference which life has only confirmed. One… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“the men, the women, the children; the old with the young, the decrepit with the lusty—all equal before sleep, death's brother.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“A fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Perhaps on some quiet night the tremor of far-off drums, sinking, swelling, a tremor vast, faint; a sound weird, appealing, suggestive and wild -… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Thieving was not a sheer absurdity. It was a form of human industry, perverse indeed, but still an industry exercised in an industrious world;… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
