It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.

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.

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.

The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.

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

The interior deprives men of their senses. Here, the eerie stillness of the wilderness and the darkness of night render the men both deaf and blind. Without eyes or ears, they have no frame of reference-and without a frame of reference, they have no clear identities.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.