Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough – as most wrong theories are!
This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.
Things that would have made fame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. It is a mistake to do things too easily.
I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.
Civilization is in a race between education and catastrophe. Let us learn the truth and spread it as far and wide as our circumstances allow. For the truth is the greatest weapon we have.
The man was running away with the rest, and selling his papers for a shilling each as he ran – a grotesque mingling of profit and panic.
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.
They haven’t any spirit in them – no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn’t one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.
After people have repeated a phrase a great number of times, they begin to realize it has meaning and may even be true.
Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of the organized life.
We must be prepared to see an Association of Nations in conference growing into an organic system of world controls for world affairs and the keeping of the world’s peace, or we must be prepared for – a continuation of war.
If the world does not please you, you can change it.
So utterly at variance is Destiny with all the little plans of men.
It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble.
Cycle trails will abound in Utopia.
Ignorance is not an extension of time.
Fools make researches and wise men exploit them.
The War That Will End War.
There comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes that hour when you are bored; that’s the time for sex.
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.