Even Theories Must Have Foundations.

I Had This Story From One Who Had No Business To Tell It To Me, Or To Any Other. I May Credit The Seductive Influence Of An Old Vintage Upon The Narrator For The Beginning Of It, And My Own Skeptical Incredulity During The Days That Followed For The Balance Of The Strange Tale.

The Time Has Arrived When Patience Becomes A Crime And Mayhem Appears Garbed In A Manner Of Virtue

In One Respect At Least The Martians Are A Happy People, They Have No Lawyers.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

So Strong Is The Power Of Superstition That Even Though We Know That We Have Been Reverencing A Sham, Yet Still We Hesitate To Admit The Validity Of Our New-found Convictions.