Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?

So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?

Fools make researches and wise men exploit them - that is our earthly way of dealing with the question, and we thank Heaven for an assumed abundance of financially impotent and sufficiently ingenious fools.

It's against reason," said Filby. "What reason?" said the Time Traveller.

A world revolution to a higher social order, a world order, or utter downfall lies before us all.

The true sweetness of chess, if it ever can be sweet, is to see a victory snatched, by some happy impertinence, out of the shadow of apparently irrevocable disaster.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.