By: E. Nesbit

“Give me the third drug, and let me be as you are.”

By: A. Merritt

“Are all the men of Ireland like you, Larree?”

By: E. Nesbit

“I. Know. Everything.”

By: A. Merritt

“Everything in Nature vibrates.”

By: E. Nesbit

“What is the third drug?”

By: A. Merritt

“The radiant shower of particles hurled out by radium…”

By: A. Merritt

Never had I seen a woman so beautiful as was Yolara of the Dweller’s city.

By: E. Nesbit

“I have no secrets from you now.”

By: A. Merritt

“There’s no way in but in — and no way out but out.”

By: E. Nesbit

“I feel so frightfully well — and yet there’s a strange feeling — “

By: A. Merritt

We were racing, dropping, hurling at a frightful speed — where?

By: A. Merritt

I stretched out a shaking hand and touched the surface of the slab.

By: E. Nesbit

It was like one of those nightmares wherein one runs for ever.

By: A. Merritt

“I am a seeker, observer, analyst, and synthesist of facts.”

By: E. Nesbit

Their pale, degenerate faces spun and swung round him.