I don't know things. I'm not good enough. I'm not refined. The more you see of me, the more you'll find me out.' 'But I'm going to help you.''You'll 'ave to 'elp me a fearful lot.
How often things must have been seen and dismissed as unimportant, before the speculative eye and the moment of vision came! It was Gilbert, Queen Elizabeth's court physician, who first puzzled his br...
He sighed and looked about him. 'This is no world for men,' he said. 'And yet in a way...it appeals.
He showed it to me with all the confiding zest of a man who has been living too much alone. This seclusion was overflowing now in an excess of confidence, and I had the good luck to be the recipient.
Go to the devil! said the stranger in a tremendous voice, and Shut that door after you. So that brief interview terminated.
For the man who stood there shouting some incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the coat-collar of him, and then — nothingness, no visible thing at all!
For it is just this question of pain that partsus. So long as visible or audible pain turns you sick; so long as your ownpains drive you; so long as pain underlies your propositions aboutsin,—so long,...
An animal may be ferocious and cunning enough, but it takes a real man to tell a lie.
I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then.
(...) and spend my days surrounded by wise books, - bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.
تلك الحجرة المظلمة،والهواء العليل والسماء الرائعة،وهاهي حسنائي بذراعيها البضين،وثوبها الأنيق..وكيف جلسنا وتحادثنا بكلام أقرب إلى الهمس..وكنا نتكلم همسا،ليس لأن هناك من يسمع كلامنا،ولكن لأنه كان ثمة صف...
When mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
You're a solemn prig, Prendick, a silly ass! You're always fearing and fancying. We're on the edge of things. I'm bound to cut my throat tomorrow. I'm going to have a damned Bank Holiday tonight.
With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter.
What, unless biological science is a mass of errors, is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active, strong, and subtle survive and the weaker g...
What good would the moon be to men? Even of their own planet what have they made but a battleground and theatre of infinite folly? Small as his world is, and short as his time, he has still in his lit...
Wells recognized that these crude novels correctly foresaw modern warfare as aiming at the massive destruction of the physical structures of an enemy civilization and the terrorizing if not annihilati...
Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness.
There is, though I do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven.
The fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, b...