The Time Machine

Strength is the out­come of need; se­cur­ity sets a premium on feeble­ness.

An an­imal per­fectly in har­mony with its en­vir­on­ment is a per­fect mech­an­ism.

There is no dif­fer­ence between Time and any of the three di­men­sions of Space ex­cept that our con­scious­ness moves along it.

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You know how on a flat surface, which has only two dimensions, we can represent a figure of a three-dimensional solid, and similarly they think that by models of three dimensions they could represent one of four—if they could master the perspective of the thing

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Our men­tal ex­ist­ences, which are im­ma­ter­ial and have no di­men­sions, are passing along the Time-Di­men­sion with a uni­form ve­lo­city from the cradle to the grave. Just as we should travel down if we began our ex­ist­ence fifty miles above the earth’s sur­face.”

There is no dif­fer­ence between Time and any of the three di­men­sions of Space ex­cept that our con­scious­ness moves along it

So that it was the Psy­cho­lo­gist him­self who sent forth the model Time Machine on its in­ter­min­able voy­age.

I think that at that time none of us quite be­lieved in the Time Machine. The fact is, the Time Trav­el­ler was one of those men who are too clever to be be­lieved: you never felt that you saw all round him; you al­ways sus­pec­ted some subtle re­serve, some in­genu­ity in am­bush, be­hind his lu­cid frank­ness. Had Filby shown the model and ex­plained the mat­ter in the Time Trav­el­ler’s words, we should have shown him far less scep­ti­cism. For we should have per­ceived his motives; a pork