The Anglo-Saxon genius for parliamentary government asserted itself; there was a great deal of talk and no decisive action.

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

A day will come when beings, now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon Earth as a footstool and laugh, and reach out their hands amidst the stars.

Men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise.

Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of the organized life.

The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.

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