Lord Jim

I am a great foe of favoritism in public life, in private life, and even in the delicate relationship of an author to his works.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

They wanted facts. Facts! They demanded facts from him, as if facts could explain anything.

There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten — before the end is told — even if there happens to be any end to it.