Joseph Conrad

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.

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.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and read more

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

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.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.