Indeed Christianity passes. Passes - it has gone! It has littered the beaches of life with churches, cathedrals, shrines and crucifixes, prejudices and intolerances, like the sea urchin and starfish and empty shells and lumps of stinging jelly upon the sands here after a tide. A tidal wave out of Egypt. And it has left a multitude of little wriggling theologians and confessors and apologists hopping and burrowing in the warm nutritious sand. But in the hearts of living men, what remains of it now? Doubtful scraps of Arianism. Phrases. Sentiments. Habits.
H. G. WellsWe must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
H. G. WellsThis has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.
H. G. WellsBut there are times when the little cloud spreads, until it obscures the sky. And those times I look around at my fellow men and I am reminded of some likeness of the beast-people, and I feel as though the animal is surging up in them. And I know they are neither wholly animal nor holy man, but an unstable combination of both.
H. G. WellsStatistical thinking will one day be as necessary for efficient citizenship as the ability to read and write!
H. G. Wells