Joseph Conrad
Joseph Conrad
Joseph Conradwas a Polish-British writer regarded as one of the greatest novelists to write in the English language. He joined the British merchant marine in 1878, and was granted British nationality in 1886. Though he did not speak English fluently until he was in his twenties, he was a master prose stylist who brought a non-English sensibility into English literature. He wrote stories and novels, many with a nautical setting, that depict trials of the human spirit in the midst...
NationalityPolish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 December 1857
CountryPoland
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I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.
I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.
This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary: men alone are quite capable of every wickedness
Don't talk to me of your Archimedes' lever. He was an absentminded person with a mathematical imagination. Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
Between the conception and the creationbetween the emotion and the responseFalls the shadow
Between the conception and the creation between the emotion and the response Falls the shadow
As to honour you know it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.
The revolutionary spirit is mightily convenient in this: that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas
The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits.
This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak.
A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.
A word carries far - very far - deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward upon the miseries and credulities of mankind