The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver - over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.
Joseph ConradA man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.
Joseph ConradAn artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.
Joseph ConradBeing a lady is a frightfully troublesome assignment, since it comprises mainly in managing men.
Joseph Conrad