“There—there they go! That faint gleam of light.”

“I feel what they’ve done is monstrous.”

“What they’ve done is magnificent.”

“Will they come back?”

“Yes, yes. And go again and again, until a landing is made and the moon is conquered. This is only a beginning.”

“If they don’t come back—my son and your daughter—what of that Cabel?”

“Then, presently, others will go.”[on the heavenly breezes]

“Oh,God is there ever to be any age of happiness? Is there never to be any rest?”

“Rest enough for the individual man: too much, too soon and we call it death. But for Man, He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet with its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter than restrain him. Then the planets around him, and at last out across the immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning.”

“But…we’re such little creatures. Poor humanity’s so fragile, so weak. Little, little animals.”

“Little animals. If we’re no more than animals we must snatch each little scrap of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more than all the other animals do or have done. It is this—or that: all the universe or nothing. Which shall it be Passworthy? Which shall it be?”

-Things to Come (movie version of H.G. Wells’ The Shape of Things to Come), quote taken from This New Ocean