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
The atmosphere of officialdom would kill anything that breathes the air of human endeavour, would extinguish hope and fear alike in the supremacy of paper and ink.
In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.
Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.
The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
That's why love is so inseparable from any talk about truth and death, because we know that love is fundamentally a death of an old self that was isolated and the emergence of a new self now entangled with another self, the self that you fall in love with.
One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.
What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.
It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.
God is for men, and religion for women.
A historian may be an artist too, and a novelist is a historian, the preserver, the keeper, the expounder, of human experience.
To be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.