After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow. – H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all ones own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward. – Theodor Adorno
