By: John W. Campbell

It was a new brain-machine.

By: John W. Campbell

In an hour, three more colonies of humans had been destroyed.

By: John W. Campbell

A bluish beam snapped out, and the tiny machine went blank.

By: John W. Campbell

Machines had imagination of the ideal sort.

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“Good God! It is incredible!”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“I am a busy man with many calls, and my methods have to be short and direct.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“Then the subjective becomes objective and we can say confidently that we have reached our goal.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“No, he cannot understand. But he should trust.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“She no ask for food. She verra ill. She need doctor.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“A fall in childhood and a twisted spine, Mr. Holmes. But the dearest, most loving heart within.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“It was she — she beyond all question — who had drunk the poor baby’s blood.”

By: Arthur Conan Doyle

“The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.”

By: Harry Houdini

Its locomotion was so inexplicable that I stared in fascination.

By: Harry Houdini

I would not look at the marching things.