The wind sweeps the road clean.
The road to success and the road to failure are almost exactly the same.
Teaching is the royal road to learning.
I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.
It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.
We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in 's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disa...
No one was ever lost on a straight road.
Don't leave the main road for a shortcut.
We make our own destiny, not because we can see the road ahead, but because we cannot see the road ahead. It is the road, the motion, the forward movement, that takes us to ourselves.
No man was ever a great success traveling an easy pre-made road. All great things REQUIRE sweat, tears and maybe even some blood spilled to be accomplished. The average man walks the easy road, the innovators CREATE the road!
I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.
We all have our own personal roads to travel, it’s only when we follow someone else’s road that we deviate from our own journey. Be Strong and Travel Your Own Road
I feel that all knowledge should be in the free-trade zone. Your knowledge, my knowledge, everybody's knowledge should be made use of. I think people who refuse to use other people's knowledge are making a big mistake. Those who refuse to share their...
I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by - that one guy. David Frost. 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood-' You know this poem, right? 'Two roads di...
It's not the end of the road, it's just the end of the road work.
Don't order one for the road, because the road is already laid out.
Cycling is a sport of the open road and spectators are lining that road.
The shortest road man walks, is sadly the road of gratitude!
I'm a pro-capitalist, middle-of-the-road, tepid centrist.
I moved away when I was young, when I was about 19. I'd literally come from an area with dirt roads and stuff like that, right to the centre of a city of about five million people. It's been great. I'm based in New York, and every day, it's amazing.
I have lucky boots for military embeds, a lucky scarf for road trips, a lucky handbag, and lucky days of the week. I tap into my gut for 'right' or 'wrong' feelings about such simple things as whether I should go grocery shopping.
