Joseph Conard Quotes
Most popular Joseph Conard Quotes
An elemental force is ruthlessly frank.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
Men are workers. If they are not, they are nothing.
Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.
You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
Gossip is that which no one claims to like—but everybody enjoys.
Exactitude in some small matters is the very soul of discipline.
Facing it—always facing it—that's the way to get through. Face it!
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling the bloom.
Don't you ever forget what's divine in the Russian soul—and that's resignation.
A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway.
What all men are really after is some form, or perhaps only some formula, of peace.
A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.
The sea never changes, and its works for all the talk of men are wrapped in mystery.
I don't like work--no man does--but I like what is in the work--the chance to find yourself.
Nothing lays itself open to the charge of exaggeration more than the language of naked truth.
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
Woe to him whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love — and to put its trust in life!
The mind of man is capable of anything, because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future.
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
It is not the clear-sighted who lead the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm mental fog.
To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.
How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?
They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. There must be a moral bond first. All a man can betray is his conscience.
I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back anymore — the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.
Fifteen years of unbroken silence...testify sufficiently to my respect for criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all of the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.
To a teacher of language 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.
The artist appeals to that part of our being which is not dependent on wisdom: to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition — and, therefore, more permanently enduring.
Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirl's of the ship's wake.
What all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
I don't like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself.
The mind of man is capable of anything — because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future.
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
