Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“A fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Perhaps on some quiet night the tremor of far-off drums, sinking, swelling, a tremor vast, faint; a sound weird, appealing, suggestive and wild -… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Thieving was not a sheer absurdity. It was a form of human industry, perverse indeed, but still an industry exercised in an industrious world;… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
