In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.

I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.

Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene: "Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please" This also became Conrad's epitaph.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.