- "And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle - to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man." (Narrator - Epilogue, Pg. 147)
- "There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it." (The Time Traveler - Chapter One, Pg. 3)
- "Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough - as many wrong theories are!" (The Time Traveler - Chapter Four, Pg. 49)
- For a moment I was staggered, though the import of this gesture was plain enough. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools?" (The Time Traveler - Chapter Four, Pg. 35)
- "But she dreaded the dark, dreaded shadows, dreaded black things. Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful." (The Time Traveler - Chapter Five, Pg. 65)
- "In a moment I knew what had happened. I had slept, and my fire had gone out, and the cold bitterness of death had come over my soul." (The Time Traveler - Chapter Nine, Pg. 113)
- "Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change." (The Time Traveler - Chapter Ten, Pg. 120)
- "It was of white marble, in shape something like a winged sphinx, but the wings, instead of being carried vertically at the sides, were spread so that it seemed to hover." (The Time Traveler - Chapter Three, Pg. 30)
- "My impression of it is of course, imperfect; but I know it was a dull white, and strange large grayish-red eyes; also that there was a flaxen hair on its head and down its back." (The Time Traveler - Chapter Five, Pg. 69)
- "The Time Traveler was not there. I seemed to see a ghostly, indistinct figure sitting in a whirling mass of black and brass for a moment - a figure so transparent that the bench behind with its sheets of drawings was absolutely distinct; but this phantasm vanished as I rubbed my eyes. (Narrator - Chapter Twelve, Pg. 144)
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