The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.

Lights of ships moved in the fairway-a great stir of lights going up and going down. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.

Necessity, they say, is mother of invention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.

And this also," said Marlow suddenly, "has been one of the dark places of the earth.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.