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.

Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket.

When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.