This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.

We can't have any weak or silly. Life is real again, and the useless and cumbersome and mischievous have to die. They ought to die. They ought to be willing to die. It's a sort of disloyalty, after all, to live and taint the race.

Bah! The thing is not a nose at all, but a bit of primordial chaos clapped on to my face.

Biologically the species is the accumulation of the experiments of all its successful individuals since the beginning.

The science hangs like a gathering fog in a valley, a fog which begins nowhere and goes nowhere, an incidental, unmeaning inconvenience to passers-by.

...fact takes no heed of human hopes.

The world needs something stronger than any possible rebellion against its peace. In other words it needs a federal world government embodying a new conception of human life as one whole.