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Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put its trust in life.
Joseph Conrad
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Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put its trust in life.
Joseph Conrad
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History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
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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.
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Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
Joseph Conrad
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