...instead of offering me a Garibaldi biscuit, she asked me with that faint lisp of hers, to 'have some squashed flies, George'.
H. G. WellsThe Social Contract is nothing more or less than a vast conspiracy of human beings to lie to and humbug themselves for the general Good. Lies are the mortar that bind the savage individual man into the social masonry.
H. G. WellsThere 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.
H. G. Wells