But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages,… — 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
