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Herbert Wells

The World Set Free

  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    So long as you are alive you are just the moment, perhaps, but when you are dead then you are all your life from the first moment to the last… .
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    It is true, is it not, that every man is something of a cripple and something of a beast? I've dipped a little deeper than most; that's all. It's only now when he has fully learnt the truth of that, that he can take hold of himself to be neither beast nor cripple.
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    I want to make it clear how small are men and days, and how great is man in comparison… .'
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    No day should be sacrificed on the grave of departed events.
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    All over the world we shall declare that there is no longer mine or thine, but ours.
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    Humanity has been compared by one contemporary writer to a sleeper who handles matches in his sleep and wakes to find himself in flames.
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    At one moment I was a lonely watcher in a sleeping world; the next saw every one about me afoot, the whole world awake and amazed… .
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    And now I was melancholy. I found something strangely sorrowful and submissive in the sleepers all about me, those men who had marched so far, who had left all the established texture of their lives behind them to come upon this mad campaign, this campaign that signified nothing and consumed everything, this mere fever of fighting. I saw how little and feeble is the life of man, a thing of chances, preposterously unable to find the will to realise even the most timid of its dreams.
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    'I lay speculating just how many thousands of men there were among these hundreds of thousands, whose spirits were in rebellion against all these ancient traditions of flag and empire. Weren't we, perhaps, already in the throes of the last crisis, in that darkest moment of a nightmare's horror before the sleeper will endure no more of it—and wakes?
  • josuedr11has quoted7 years ago
    And that first glimmering of speculation, that first story of achievement, that story-teller bright-eyed and flushed under his matted hair, gesticulating to his gaping, incredulous listener, gripping his wrist to keep him attentive, was the most marvellous beginning this world has ever seen. It doomed the mammoths, and it began the setting of that snare that shall catch the sun.
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