The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Now, let me be clear. The path I lay out is not one paved with ever increasing government checks and cradle to grave assurance that government will always be the solution. If this election is a bidding war for who can promise the most goodies and the most benefits, I'm not your president. You have that president today.
I don't give a damn if I go to hell. I love you Satan. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.
The streets of Vienna are paved with culture, the streets of other cities with asphalt.
You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.
Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt on the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.
The Senate is a place filled with goodwill and good intentions, and if the road to hell is paved with them, then it's a pretty good detour.
