Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable.
H. G. WellsRoom to swing a cat, it seemed was absolutely essential. It was an infrequent but indispensable operation.
H. G. WellsAnd all over the countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches, inns, and farmhouses had nestled among their trees, wind wheels similar to those he saw and bearing like vast advertisements, gaunt and distinctive symbols of the new age, cast their whirling shadows and stored incessantly the energy that flowed away incessantly through all the arteries of the city. ... The great circular shapes of complaining wind-wheels blotted out the heavens.
H. G. Wells