Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came fear.

We are always getting away from the present moment. Our mental existence, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.

Cycle trails will abound in Utopia.

The new century will see changes that will dwarf those of the last.

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?

When a man realizes his littleness, his greatness can appear.

A downtrodden class... will never be able to make an effective protest until it achieves solidarity.