The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation
Joseph ConradLife knows us not and we do not know lifeโ-we donโt know even our own thoughts. Half the words we use have no meaning whatever and of the other half each man understands each word after the fashion of his own folly and conceit. Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of tomorrow
Joseph Conrad