Danh ngôn của Joseph Conrad (Sứ mệnh: 2)

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.
This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.