All A Man Can Betray Is His

It Is A Maudlin And Indecent Verity That Comes Out Through The Strength Of Wine.

Droll Thing Life Is -- That Mysterious Arrangement Of Merciless Logic For A Futile Purpose. The Most You Can Hope From It Is Some Knowledge Of Yourself -- That Comes Too Late -- A Crop Of Inextinguishable Regrets.

Going Home Must Be Like Going To Render An Account.

The Real Significance Of Crime Is In Its Being A Breach Of Faith With The Community Of Mankind.

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.