By: Max Brand

No human being could ever be the comrade of this man.

By: Clare Winger Harris

“The invisible atom is another universe…”

By: Max Brand

“Easy money, Tex.”

By: Julian Huxley

To what end did all this power serve?

By: Max Brand

“I have heard his whistle.”

By: Julian Huxley

We had prepared for ourselves a sort of tin pulpit…

By: Max Brand

“The mountains ain’t big enough for both of us to go rangin’ forever.”

By: Julian Huxley

This was the first real beginning of the superconsciousness.

By: Max Brand

The great wolf slunk closer.

By: Julian Huxley

“I am not quite sure whether I want to escape or not.”

By: Max Brand

He emitted a long wail, a mournful, a ghastly sound.

By: Julian Huxley

Not a necropolis, but a histopolis.

By: Max Brand

His brown eyes blazed, changed, and filled with yellow fires.

By: A. Merritt

“I crawled up and up.”

By: Julian Huxley

“I should call this the Institute of Religious Tissue Culture.”