Get busy, Ramsden." Circumstances work clock-fashion, wheel fitting into wheel, when those tides that Shakespeare spoke of are at flood.

Disregarding all the theory and argument about human will as opposed to cosmic law I say this, without any care at all who contradicts me: That whoever is near the hub of happenings is the agent of Universal Law, and can no more help himself than can the watch that tells the hour.

The men who believe that they make history should really make a thoughtful fellow laugh.

"The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on"; the old tentmaker Omar knew the truth of it.

You could almost hear the balance-wheel of Progress click as the door opened before Grim had finished speaking, and a staff officer appeared to invite him to be present at Feisul's conference.
Grim asked at once for the auto for me (I couldn't have had it otherwise), and a moment later Jeremy and I were scooting into darkness through narrow streets and driving rain, with the hubs of the wheels awash in places and "shipping it green" over the floor when we dipped and pitched over a cross-street gutter.