Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads
Machinery may make for efficiency and a standardisation of life, but horse love is a bond of freemasonry which unites the entire race.
I'm not human. I'm a piece of machinery. I don't need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead.
The Cause and Effect law is the secret gearing in the machinery of Nature.
Heredity provides for the modification of its own machinery.
ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars
AI is not just heading for our industry, it will radically change the machinery we use in marketing.
Ere many generations pass, our machinery will be driven by a power obtainable at any point of the universe.
Coffee: we can get it anywhere, and get as loaded as we like on it, until such teeth-chattering, eye-bulging, nonsense-gibbering time as we may be classified unable to operate heavy machinery.
Cutlure looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, - the passion for sweetness and light.
Words are such gross machinery, so primitive and ambiguous.
There's nothing more arrogant or conceited than youth, and there's nothing other than machinery that can replace youth.
Two Chinamen visiting Europe went to the theatre for the first time. One of them occupied himself with trying to understand the theatrical machinery, which he succeeded in doing. The other, despite his ignorance of the language, sought to unravel the meaning of the play. The former is like the astronomer, the latter the philosopher.
I learned about machinery, I learned how men behaved under pressure, and I learned about Americans.
The produce of the earth - all that is derived from its surface by the united application of labour, machinery, and capital, is divided among three classes of the community, namely, the proprietor of the land, the owner of the stock or capital necessary for its cultivation, and the labourers by whose industry it is cultivated.
The duty of labor is written on a man's body: in the stout muscle of the arm,, and the delicate machinery of the hand.
What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap of freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was. Of course, hope meant being cut down on some street corner, as you ran like mad, by a random bullet. But when I really thought it through, nothing was going to allow me such a luxury. Everything was against it; I would just be caught up in the machinery again.
More than machinery, we need humanity.