We do our job and go. See? That is what Death is for. We work out all our little brains and all our little emotions, and then this lot begins afresh. Fresh and fresh! Perfectly simple. What's the trou...
They despite and hate the government more and more, but they don't know how to set about changing it. The country is dying for some sort of lead, and so far all it is getting is a crowd of fresh profe...
There it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, andnot in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever ismore than animal within us must find its solace and its hope....
The rich had been assured of his wealth and comfort, the toiler assured of his life and work. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem, no social question left unsolved. And
One can't always be magnificent, but simplicity is always a possible alternative.
Oliver, my professor, was a scientific bounder, a journalist by instinct, a thief of ideas,—he was always prying! And you know the knavish system of the scientific world. I simply would not publish, a...
It's just men and ants. There's the ants builds their cities,live their lives, have wars, revolutions, until men want them out of the way, and then they go out of the way. That's what we are now _ jus...
I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair, and pass like dreams.
I never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out ofexistence by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.
Don't follow you,' said Filby.
Are we such apostles of mercy as to complain if the Martians warred in the same spirit?
And through it all, this destiny was before me, he said; this vast inheritance of which I did not dream.
Before, they had been beasts, their instincts fitly adapted to their surroundings, and happy as living things may be. Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fr...
To Europe she was America. To America she was the gateway to the earth. But to tell the story of New York would be to write a social history of the world.
An immense and ever-increasing wealth of knowledge is scattered about the world today; knowledge that would probably suffice to solve all the mighty difficulties of our age, but it is dispersed and un...
The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.
اذا ذهب العقل والقوة فان الامتنان و الحب الرقيقبين الانسان و الانسان سبيقيان فى قلب الانسان
Yet so vain is man, and so blinded by his vanity,
They are mad; they are fools, said the Dog-man.
The bookshop of Kipps is on the left-hand side of the Hythe High Street coming from Folkestone, between the yard of the livery stable and the shop-window full of old silver and such like things—it is...