I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.
H. G. WellsThey haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.
H. G. WellsThe too perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration, a general dwindling in size, strength, and intelligence.
H. G. Wells