I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more—the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires—and expires, too soon, too soon—before life itself.

Joseph Conrad


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Original Citation

Conrad, Joseph. "Youth: A Narrative." Blackwood's Magazine. Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons, Sept. 1898.

Current Citation

Conrad, Joseph. "Youth." Heart of Darkness and Other Tales, edited by Cedric Watts. Oxford University Press, 2008.