Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.
The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.
Time is the rider that breaks youth.
It's not good fishing before the net.
Prettiness dies first.
'It's this accursed Science,' I cried. 'It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the Moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it-and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way.'