Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters. Joseph Conrad criticismexpressionfine Change image and share on social
A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway. Joseph Conrad exploitfleethighway Change image and share on social
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life. Joseph Conrad hearthopelearn Change image and share on social
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion. Joseph Conrad conventionalhugillusion Change image and share on social
