He struggled with himself, too. I saw it -- I heard it. I saw the inconceivable mystery of a soul that knew no restraint, no faith, and no fear, yet struggling blindly with itself.
Joseph ConradI saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.
Joseph ConradThe sea never changes and its works, for all the talks of men, are wrapped in mystery.
Joseph ConradYou can t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. And least of all can you condemn an artist pursuing, however humbly and imperfectly, a creative aim. In that interior world where his thought and his emotions go seeking for the experience of imagined adventures, there are no policemen, no law, no pressure of circumstance or dread of opinion to keep him within bounds. Who then is going to say Nay to his temptations if not his conscience?
Joseph Conrad