The word morality, if we met it in the Bible, would surprise us as much as the word telephone or motor car.
Our motor car is our supreme form of privacy when we are away from home.
To us love says humming that the heart's stalled motor has begun working again.
It was the slave's continuing desire for recognition that was the motor which propelled history forward, not the idle complacency and unchanging self-identity of the master
and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
Motor racing can never be totally safe and it never should be in my opinion.
Through F1, I bought my own boat. I learned to fly my own plane and helicopter. And my job with my company is a reflection of everything motor racing taught me.
I remember traffic jams Motor boys and girls with tans Nearly was and almost rans I remember this, this. . . At the edge of the continent
And all Niki really has to do now is coast
Like a flash of lightning and in an instant the truth was revealed. I drew with a stick on the sand the diagrams of my motor. A thousand secrets of nature which I might have stumbled upon accidentally I would have given for that one which I had wrestled from her against all odds and at the peril of my existence.
In the Ford Motor Company, we emphasize service equally with sales.
Winning 'Motor Trend' Car of the year is probably the closest thing to winning the Oscar or Emmy of the car industry.
Fear a motor, pumps me around and around until I fade slowly.
I will stop the motor of the world.
. . . I never was one to get upset about a few scratches on a motor vehicle, it is meant to be used, not saved.
And almost half of American oil consumption is for motor vehicles.
My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.
Being religious without knowing the cross is like owning a Mercedes with no motor. Pretty package, but where is your power?
Motor cut. Forced landing. Hit cow. Cow died. Scared me.
Vainglory, however, no matter how much medieval Christianity insisted it was a sin, is a motor of mankind, no more eradicable than sex.
