How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat? — 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
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
Society was calling to its accomplished child to come, to be taken care of, to be instructed, to be judged, to be condemned; it… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
