Quotes of the day- Joseph Conrad:
Joseph Conrad (born Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski; December 3, 1857 – August 3, 1924) was a Polish novelist who wrote in English, after settling in England. Conrad is regarded as one of the great novelists in English, though he did not speak the language fluently until he was in his twenties (and always with a marked Polish accent). He wrote stories and novels, often with a nautical setting, that depict trials of the human spirit in the midst of an indifferent universe. He was a master prose stylist who brought a distinctly non-English tragic sensibility into English literature. (Click here for full article.)
A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.
A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.
A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.
A nickname may be the best record of a success. That's what I call putting the face of a joke upon the body of a truth.
Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of flattering illusions.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult trade since it consists principally of dealings with men.
Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.
I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make despair pause. For in truth we who are creatures of impulse are not creatures of despair.
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.
It is not the clear-sighted who lead the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm mental fog.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate awaiting them on this earth.
It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.
Let a fool be made serviceable according to his folly.
Protection is the first necessity of opulence and luxury.
Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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 sight when you look into it.
The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
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.
The sea never changes and its works, for all the talk of men, are wrapped in mystery.
They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.
To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
We live, as we dream- alone.
What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.