Joseph Conrad

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in read more

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in life.

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.

Gossip is what no one claims to like -- but everyone enjoys.

Gossip is what no one claims to like -- but everyone enjoys.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on read more

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth. - Chance.

Who knows what true loneliness is -- not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it read more

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.