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- Nobody ever comes back from a "missing" ship to tell how hard was the death of the craft, and how sudden and overwhelming the last anguish of her men. Nobody can say with what thoughts, with what regrets, with what words on their lips they died. But there is something fine in the sudden passing away of these hearts from the extremity of struggle and stress and tremendous uproar- from the vast, unrestful rage of the surface to the profound peace of the depths, sleeping untroubled since the beginning of ages.
Joseph Conrad,
The Mirror of the Sea
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- Love, though in a sense it may be admitted to be stronger than death, is by no means so universal and so sure. In fact, love is rare- the love of men, of things, of ideas, the love of perfected skill. For love is the enemy of haste; it takes count of passing days, of men who pass away, of a fine art matured slowly in the course of years and doomed in a short time to pass away, too, and be no more. Love and regret go hand in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.
Joseph Conrad,
The Mirror of the Sea
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