A Quote by Isaac McLellan

Time's flying wheel leaves little trace behind. — © Isaac McLellan
Time's flying wheel leaves little trace behind.
Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished.
On a soft snow, even a sparrow leaves a trace; the important thing is to leave a trace on a steel plate!
Happiness, whether in business or private life, leaves little trace in history.
You know, the next time you're guilty of anything, the next time you're charged with anything, try saying, "Hey, hey, hey, I didn't mean to run the stop sign." Or, "I didn't mean to leave the bar and get behind the wheel. I really didn't. I didn't mean to get behind the wheel after having some adult beverages." See if that works for you. And if you're saying it's not the same thing, yes, it is.
I was interested in flying beginning at age 7, when a close family friend took me in his little airplane. And I remember looking at the wheel of the airplane as we rolled down the runway, because I wanted to remember the exact moment that I first went flying... the other thing growing up is that I was always interested in science.
If you leave a good trace behind you, that trace will continue its walk even if you stop!
Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished, or if it does, as in the case of the tilled field, this product of human activity requires still more labor, incessant, tireless labor, to maintain its identity as a 'work' of man.
No matter how well you think you've hidden, you'll always leave behind a trace. And the more you try to hide that trace, the more obvious and troublesome it will become.
Naked a man comes into the world and naked he leaves it, after all is said and done he leaves nothing except the good deeds he leaves behind.
The world is like a sheet of paper on which something is typed. The reading and the meaning will vary with the reader, but the paper is the common factor, always present, rarely perceived. When the ribbon is removed, typing leaves no trace on the paper. So is my mind - the impressions keep on coming, but no trace is left.
If you are absolutely without mind, just pure consciousness, time stops completely, disappears, leaving no trace behind.
Your body can't switch off tired. People fall asleep behind the wheel all the time.
A good wanderer leaves no trace.
I had that flying wheel tattooed on my forehead and on my butt.
The hardest grief is often that which leaves no trace.
Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summersday, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.
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