And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
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Context: The closing words of the book, from the narrator.
Source: Epilogue
He, I know—for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made—thought but cheerlessly of the Advancement of Mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilisation only a…
It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism…
Face this world. Learn its ways, watch it, be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. In the end you will find clues to it all.
Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough—as most wrong theories are!
There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it.
Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.