The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.
H. G. WellsHow small the vastest of human catastrophes may seem, at a distance of a few million miles.
H. G. WellsNow they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fretted by a law they could not understand; their mock-human existence began in an agony, was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau - and for what? It was the wantonness that stirred me.
H. G. WellsTo do such a thing would be to transcend magic. And I beheld, unclouded by doubt, a magnificent vision of all that invisibility might mean to a manโthe mystery, the power, the freedom. Drawbacks I saw none. You have only to think! And I, a shabby, poverty-struck, hemmed-in demonstrator, teaching fools in a provincial college, might suddenly becomeโthis.
H. G. WellsPatriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.
H. G. WellsIt may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground of the inconceivable; the pattern on a rug beneath the feet of the incomprehensible.
H. G. Wells