By: John Buchan

“Wasn’t he some sort of mathematical professor?”

By: J. Schlossel

The suns grow old and die.

By: Lilith Lorraine

“The last stand of the old savage instincts…”

By: Lilith Lorraine

No man can be happy while others are miserable.

By: J. Schlossel

Nothing further could be learnt with the old instruments.

By: Lilith Lorraine

Humanity began to savor life itself — to probe it to its uttermost.

By: J. Schlossel

Everywhere they found civilizations almost equal to their own.

By: Lilith Lorraine

“Their minds cannot adjust themselves,” he sighed.

By: J. Schlossel

They were the masters of the solar system.

By: Francis Stevens

“You confuse your memories.”

By: Lilith Lorraine

“I can literally dynamite this Sargasso sea of mental stagnation.”

By: Francis Stevens

“Thank God you’re alive to hear the explanation.”

By: Lilith Lorraine

“It has become a crime to give birth to an original idea.”

By: Francis Stevens

“I could abolish my monster-creating self.”

By: Lilith Lorraine

“It needs a super-will that can impose its mandates upon lesser lives…”