This city — is a prison. Every city now is a prison. Mammon grips the key in his hand. Myriads, countless myriads, toil from the cradle to the grave.
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Context: Helen Wotton tells Graham what life has become for the common people of the future.
Source: Chapter XVIII. Graham Remembers
Graham: Surely the essence of religion is reverence. Asano: Nowadays the competition for attention is so keen, and people simply haven’t the leisure to attend to their souls, you know, as they used…
After all, like all kingship, my kingship is Belief. It is an illusion in the minds of men.
We have the air, and the mastery of the air is the mastery of the earth. … The days when the People could make revolutions are past.
There is no liberty, save wisdom and self control. Liberty is within — not without. It is each man’s own affair. … So long as there are sheep Nature will insist on beasts of prey.
Graham: I came from a democratic age. And I find an aristocratic tyranny! Ostrog: Well, — but you are the chief tyrant.