God is for men, and religion for women.

For a moment I had a view of a world that seemed to wear a vast and dismal aspect of disorder, while, in truth, thanks to our unwearied efforts, it is as sunny an arrangement of small conveniences as the mind of man can conceive.

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

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 word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!