Bad roads and indifferent inns,. . . the continual converse one is obliged to have with the vilest part of mankind - innkeepers, post-masters, and custom house officers.
A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.
You can hand out condoms, drop bombs, build roads, or put in electricity, but until the girls are educated a society won’t change.
In the same way we have a long-term plan for building roads, we have to have a long term plan to build transit.
In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. . . I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. . . I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.
You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
Why can't the investment firm of I've Got More Than You'll Ever Have and I'm Laughing at You About It not build a highway or two if they think it might be a valuable investment? "Well, because then they own it and they can restrict who uses it!" And you think the government doesn't? (laughing) You talk about government owning and restricting people on things? The government restricts what you can say, they restrict what you can watch, they restrict now what you can eat, they restrict what your health care is gonna be, and you're worried about them restricting roads!
All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.
I lived a few miles outside of a tiny town in central Oklahoma. I would often run amok though the fields of wheat, the patches of trees, along the railroad tracks, and on red dirt roads. This had a profound effect on my view of the world - vast, open-ended, full of opportunity, and ready for exploration.
I practice on the roads of Gaza as we don't have good stadiums and tracks so I gave my best.
Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there not worrying you to death about what you got to do each day to deserve it. Feel how that feels. And if that don't get it, feel how it feels to be a colored woman roaming the roads with anything God made liable to jump on you. Feel that.
The Roman Empire controlled the world because it could build roads. . . the British Empire was dominant because it had ships. In the air age we were powerful because we had airplaines. Now the Communists have established a foothold in outer space.
Many access roads are too dangerous for relief workers, preventing them from carrying out assessments or reaching people in need.
There's mistakes that I have made. Some chances I just threw away. Some roads I never should've taken. Been some signs I didn't see. Hearts that I hurt needlessly. Some wounds that I wish I could have one more chance to mend, but it don't make no difference: The past can't be rewritten. You get the life you're given.
If I hadn't done this I might have ended up digging the roads.
Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.
You'll pay the highest price on back roads and in back seats and in a cheap highway motel. But what's a few more strangers in a life of nothing else.
We’ll all say that. We’ll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it’s all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we’ll be here, and we’ll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.
You may cross many bridges and you may travel many roads, but you will always carry your own nature with you! Your nature is your shadow!