Maxioms by Joseph Conrad
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was read more
I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is one -- one for all men and for all occupations.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
The sea--this truth must be confessed-- has no generosity. No display of manly qualities-- courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness--has ever been read more
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.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
