Funny how the new things are the old things.
Fate is a wheel that turns without our hand
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.
Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.
Life is a wheel, and if you wait long enough, it always comes back around to where it started.
Life is made up of circles ... Life is not a straight line ... And sometimes we circle back to a past time. But we are not the same. We are changed forever.
Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
