After people have repeated a phrase a great number of times, they begin to realize it has meaning and may even be true.
H. G. WellsHow small the vastest of human catastrophes may seem, at a distance of a few million miles.
H. G. WellsEvery one of these hundreds of millions of human beings is in some form seeking happiness.... Not one is altogether noble nor altogether trustworthy nor altogether consistent; and not one is altogether vile.... Not a single one but has at some time wept.
H. G. WellsNo. I cannot expect you to believe it. Take it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?
H. G. Wells