The misery which follows pleasure is the pleasure which follows misery. The pleasure and misery of mankind revolve like a wheel.

The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, 'What a dust do I raise!'

If you're rolling over rocks and stuff and you have a bigger wheel, it's going to stay out of the holes - rough sections become smoother.

With a larger wheel, you have more contact with the ground, so you have better traction whether you're braking or cornering or any of that stuff. Also, with bigger wheels, once you get them up to speed, they roll faster.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

The world is a wheel always turning.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

I wish I could be behind the wheel for every stunt.