Maxioms by Joseph Conrad
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.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
As to honor -- you know -- it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It read more
As to honor -- you know -- it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.
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.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
