Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough — -as most wrong theories are! - H. G. Wells

But he was one of those weak creatures, void of pride, timorous, anaemic, hateful souls, full of shifty cunning, who face neither God nor man, who face not even themselves. It is disagreeable for me to recall and write these things, but I set them down that my story may lack nothing. Those who have escaped the dark and terrible aspects of life will find my brutality, my flash of rage in our final tragedy, easy enough to blame; for they know what is wrong as well as any, but not what is possible to tortured men. But those who have been under the shadow, who have gone down at last to elemental things, will have a wider charity.

The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature.

With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter.