When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.
The mind profits by the wreck of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
The heavenly powers never go out of their road.
In order to win a man to your cause, you must first reach his heart, the great high road to his reason. – Abraham Lincoln
The road's afore you, the sky's aboon you.
If a man could make himself humble to order, it might simplify matters, but we do not find that this happens. Hence we must all go through the mill. Hence death, death to the lower self, is the nearest gate and the quickest road to life. Pax Vobiscum, p. 35.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, / But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
As no man fording a swift stream can dip his foot twice into the same water, so no man can, with exactness, affirm of anything in the sensible world that it is. As he utters the words, nay, as he thinks them, the predicate ceases to be applicable; the present has become the past; the "is" should be "was." And the more we learn of the nature of things, the more evident is it that what we call rest is only unperceived activity; that seeming peace is silent but strenuous battle. In every part, at every moment, the state of the cosmos is the expression of a transitory adjustment of contending forces; a scene of strife, in which all the combatants fall in turn. What is true of each part is true of the whole. Natural knowledge tends more and more to the conclusion that "all the choir of heaven and furniture of the earth" are the transitory forms of parcels of cosmic substance wending along the road of evolution, from nebulous potentiality, through endless growths of sun and planet and satellite; through all varieties of matter; through infinite diversities of life and thought; possibly, through modes of being of which we neither have a conception, nor are competent to form any, back to the indefinable latency from which they arose. Thus the most obvious attribute of the cosmos is its impermanence. It assumes the aspect not so much of a permanent entity as of a changeful process, in which naught endures save the flow of energy and the rational order which pervades it.
Nevertheless, you will have observed that before we had travelled very far upon our road, there appeared, on the right hand and on the left, fields laden with a harvest of golden grain, immediately convertible into those things which the most solidly practical men will admit to have value--viz., money and life.
There is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honours too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.
The highway of holiness is along the commonest road of life--along your very way. In wind and rain, no matter how it beats--it is only going hand in hand with Him.--_Mark Guy Pearse._
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold.
The road to success is not to be run upon by seven-leagued boots. Step by step, little by little, bit by bit,--that is the way to wealth, that is the way to wisdom, that is the way to glory. Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.--_Charles Buxton._
Any road will lead you to the end of the world.
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
A book about a lady knight with purple eyes and a passion for justice—one of her few treasured possessions—lay near the window. So far she’d paid Amanda at the Green Inn twice to read it to her. It was that precious. With her mind made up to leave Vaneis, she packed the three dresses she owned, the scarf, the book, some herbs for soap mix, and thirty shillings for the road in her satchel. The next morning, she made sure to pay the innkeeper five shillings for her month's rent. She filled a small rucksack full of food for her journey and left the inn with a smile on her face. Once outside, Ciardis squinted, looking up and down the caravan line. There were six wagons attached to huraks – large, ponderous beasts that looked like oxen with claws. The huraks were all clearly anxious to go as they snorted and pawed the fresh snow with the three dagger-shaped claws on each foot. You and me both, friend. She clutched her two cloth bags and stared around for Lady Serena, trying not to seem too obvious. "All riders up!" rang the call down the line. Ciardis gave up her nonchalant look in favor of panic and began to search frantically. She didn't see Lady Serena anywhere. What if it had all been a cruel joke?
He is a poor master whose work is exalted in his {101} own opinion, and he is on the road to perfection in art whose work falls short of his ideal.
The trivial round, the common task, / Will furnish all we ought to ask. / Room to deny ourselves, a road / To bring us daily nearer God.
"Can you tell a plain man the plain road to heaven?"--"Surely. Turn at once to the right, then go straight forward."
~Eminence.~--I do not hesitate to say that the road to eminence and power from an obscure condition ought not to be made too easy, nor a thing too much of course. If rare merit be the rarest of all things, it ought to pass through some sort of probation. The Temple of Honor ought to be seated on an eminence. If it be open through virtue, let it be remembered, too, that virtue is never tried but by some difficulty and some struggle.--_Burke._
Man, if he is to remain man, must advance by way of consciousness. There is no road leading backward. … We can no longer veil reality from ourselves by renouncing self-consciousness without simultaneously excluding ourselves from the historical course of human existence.
Was hilft laufen, wenn man nicht auf dem rechten Weg ist?=--What boots running if one is on the wrong road.
There are but three political-economic roads from which we can choose…. We could take the first course and further exacerbate the already concentrated ownership of productive capital in the American economy. Or we could join the rest of the world by taking the second path, that of nationalization. Or we can take the third road, establishing policies to diffuse capital ownership broadly, so that many individuals, particularly workers, can participate as owners of industrial capital.… The choice is ours. There is no way to avoid this decision. Non-action is a political decision in favor of continued, and indeed increased, concentrated ownership of productive capital. [Debates on converting the eastern rail system into an employee-owned company, December 11, 1972.]
Ruins are mile-stones on the road of time.
“Consensus” does not imply that everyone agrees, or that there is no hierarchical organization of division of responsibility. Rather, in operation it means that after thorough discussion people will agree to support the group’s decision. Consensus rests upon the belief that each person possesses some part to the truth, that each person’s concerns will be heard and considered, and that a proposal can be modified. In this way, hard decisions can be made, and the bonds of community can be maintained and strengthened. [ We Build the Road as We Travel , 1991, p. 73.]
A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred, he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity. When I walked out of prison, that was my mission, to liberate the oppressed and the oppressor both. Some say that has now been achieved. But I know that that is not the case. The truth is that we are not yet free; we have merely achieved the freedom to be free, the right not to be oppressed. We have not taken the final step of our journey, but the first step on a longer and even more difficult road. For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. The true test of our devotion to freedom is just beginning.
A thorough study of Human Physiology is, in itself, an education broader and more comprehensive than much that passes under that name. There is no side of the intellect which it does not call into play, no region of human knowledge into which either its roots, or its branches, do not extend; like the Atlantic between the Old and the New Worlds, its waves wash the shores of the two worlds of matter and of mind; its tributary streams flow from both; through its waters, as yet unfurrowed by the keel of any Columbus, lies the road, if such there be, from the one to the other; far away from that North-west Passage of mere speculation, in which so many brave souls have been hopelessly frozen up.
The march of intellect is proceeding at quick time; and if its progress be not accompanied by a corresponding improvement in morals and religion, the faster it proceeds, with the more violence will you be hurried down the road to ruin.
Whatever else history may say about me when I'm gone, I hope it will record that I appealed to your best hopes, not your worst fears; to your confidence rather than your doubts. My dream is that you will travel the road ahead with liberty's lamp guiding your steps and opportunity's arm steadying your way.
He who distrusts the security of chance takes more pains to effect the safety which results from labor. To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: "Leave no stone unturned."--_Bulwer-Lytton._
Then draw we nearer day by day, / Each to his brethren, all to God; / Let the world take us as she may, / We must not change our road.
Men of great parts are often unfortunate in the management of public business, because they are apt to go out of the common road by the quickness of their imagination.
There is no royal road to geometry.
There's only us, there's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today. I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul. My only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love, or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.
Some choices will choose you. How you face these choices, these turns in the road, with what kind of attitude, more than the choices themselves, is what will define the context of your life.
The great men of the earth are but the marking stones on the road of humanity; they are the priests of its religion.--_Mazzini._
L'oreille est le chemin du c?ur=--The ear is the road to the heart.
Embrace iteration as the road to improvement, but don't let that lull you into rolling out poorly-thought-out crap.
The road to ruin is always kept in good repair, and the travellers pay the expense of it.
What a road had human nature to traverse before it reached the point of being mild to the guilty, merciful to the injurious, and humane to the inhuman! Doubtless they were men of godlike souls who first taught this, who spent their lives in rendering the practice of this possible, and recommending it to others.
Where the devil has smoothed your road, / Keep to the right like an honest man.
Whoever may / Discern true ends will grow pure enough / To love them, brave enough to strive for them, / And strong enough to reach them, though the road be rough.
There's nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos.
Health lies in labour, and there is no royal road to it but through toil.
The negation of will and desire is the only road to deliverance.
Perhaps there was no limit, there might, quite likely, be no such condition as the ultimate; there might be no time when any creature or any group of creatures could stop at any certain point and say, this is as far as we can go, there is no use of trying to go farther. For each new development produced, as side effects, so many other possibilities, so many other roads to travel, that with each step one took down any given road there were more paths to follow. There'd never be an end, he thought — no end to anything.
All my days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant path.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
Don’t forget to make a curve when the road makes a curve!
Chi sa la strada, puo andar di trotto=--He who knows the road can go at a trot.
Hard work is still the road to prosperity, and there is no other.
On the beaten road there is tolerable travelling; but it is sore work, and many have to perish, fashioning a way through the impassable.
Take the high-road, though it turn; and marry a woman of good birth, though she may have been passed by.
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.
The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.
The road to ruin is always in good repair, and the travellers pay the
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
We are not to be astonished that the wise walk more slowly in their road to virtue than fools in their passage to vice; since passion drags us along, while wisdom only points out the way.
The principles of terrorism unavoidably rebound to the fatal injury of liberty and revolution. Absolute power corrupts and defeats its partisans no less than its opponents. A people that knows not liberty becomes accustomed to dictatorship: fighting despotism and counter-revolution, terrorism itself becomes their efficient school. Once on the road of terrorism, the State necessarily becomes estranged from the people.
Comes jucundus in via pro vehiculo est=--A pleasant companion on the road is as good as a carriage.
The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.
The astonishing intellect that occupies itself in splitting hairs, and not in twisting some kind of cordage and effectual draught tackle to take the road with, is not to me the most astonishing of intellects. I want twisted cordage, steady pulling, and a peaceable bass tone of voice; not split hairs, hysterical spasmodics, and treble.
When the filly, the maiden, the boy and the warrior are ready to take up their Destinies, each will know it. The filly will become a mare, the maiden a woman, the boy a man. The Warrior, however, will pick up a stick and walk from his mother, his people, and his land, and never once remove his eyes from the true red road that lies beneath his feet. And yet, he will never know that he is on his Path. (From Brothers of Light)
It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
If I wish for a horse-hair for my compass-sight, I must go to the stable; but the hair-bird, with her sharp eyes, goes to the road.
There is no road or ready way to virtue.
No road is long with good company.
I have always found that the road to a woman's heart lies through her child.
Call it democracy, or call it democratic socialism, but there must be a better distribution of wealth within this country for all God’s children. [ Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Road to Socialism by Maurice Isserman in Civil Rights to Human Rights; Martin Luther King, Jr. , and The Struggle for Economic Justice by Thomas F. Jackson, University of Pennsylvania Press, 2006; In King’s Own Words , from a 1965 speech to the Negro American Labor Council quoted in Jackson’s book.]
The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle — And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
The road to wisdom? — Well, it's plain and simple to express: Err and err and err again but less and less and less.
Virtue, not misery, is the appointed road to heaven.
The way of truth is like a great road. It is not difficult to know it. The evil is only that men will not seek it. Do you go home and search for it.--_Mencius._
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care, / A burden more than I can bear, / I sit me down and sigh; / O Life, thou art a galling load, / Along a rough and weary road, / To wretches such as I.
Any social organization does well enough if it isn't rigid. The framework doesn't matter as long as there is enough looseness to permit that one man in a multitude to display his genius. Most so-called social scientists seem to think that organization is everything. It is almost nothing — except when it is a straitjacket. It is the incidence of heroes that counts, not the pattern of zeros.
We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.
Nine times out of ten it is over the Bridge of Sighs that we pass the narrow gulf from youth to manhood. That interval is usually occupied by an ill-placed or disappointed affection. We recover and we find ourselves a new being. The intellect has become hardened by the fire through which it has passed. The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
My notions of life are much the same as they are about travelling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road, but, after all, one wants to be at rest.
My ways are as broad as the king's high road, and my means lie in an inkstand.--_Southey._
Christians who isolate themselves and walk alone are very liable to grow drowsy. Hold Christian company, and you will be kept wakeful by it, and refreshed and encouraged to make quicker progress in the road to heaven.--_Spurgeon._
Le chemin est long du projet a la close=--The road is a long one from the projection of a thing to its accomplishment.
The beaten road is the safest.
Schadet ein Irrtum wohl? Nicht immer! aber das Irren / Immer schadet's. Wie sehr, sieht man am Ende des Wegs=--Does an error do harm you ask? Not always! but going wrong always does. How far we shall certainly find out at the end of the road.
You can't be lost on a straight road.
Life is girt all round with a zodiac of sciences, the contributions of men who have perished to add their point of light to our sky.... These road-makers on every hand enrich us. We must extend the area of life and multiply our relations. We are as much gainers by finding a property in the old earth as by acquiring a new planet.
Democracy is the road to socialism.
At the crossroad, where do you turn to? Listen to your inner-self, it will point the right road for you to follow.
So my unsolicited advice to women in the workplace is this. When faced with sexism or ageism or lookism or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: “Is this person in between me and what I want to do?” If the answer is no, ignore it and move on. Your energy is better used doing your work and outpacing people that way. Then, when you’re in charge, don’t hire the people who were jerky to you. If the answer is yes, you have a more difficult road ahead of you. I suggest you model your strategy after the old Sesame Street film piece “Over! Under! Through!” (If you’re under forty you might not remember this film. It taught the concepts of “over,” “under,” and “through” by filming toddlers crawling around an abandoned construction site. They don’t show it anymore because someone has since realized that’s nuts.) If your boss is a jerk, try to find someone above or around your boss who is not a jerk
O life! thou art a galling load / Along a rough, a weary road, / To wretches such as I!= _Burns_ (_Despondency_). [Greek: ho logos enenthropesen, hina hemeis theopoiethomen]--The Word became man, that we might become gods.
When you get to a fork in the road, take it.
There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
Where virtue dwells, the gods have placed before / The dropping sweat that springs from every pore, / And ere the feet can reach her bright abode, / Long, rugged, steep the ascent, and rough the road.
Tout doit tendre au bon sens: mais pour y parvenir / Le chemin est glissant et penible a tenir=--Everything ought to lead to good sense; but in order to attain to it, the road is slippery and difficult to walk in.
As steady application to work is the healthiest training for every individual, so is it the best discipline of a state. Honorable industry always travels the same road with enjoyment and duty, and progress is altogether impossible without it.--_Samuel Smiles._
The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, No road, no street, no t' other side the way, No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
What flimsy things the so-called pleasures of life are--how little in them that lasts. To delight in doing one's work is life--that is what helps us on, though the road is sometimes very stiff and tiring--uphill rather it would seem than downhill, and yet downhill it is.
Genius finds its own road and carries its own lamp.
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.
There was never any lack of the scientific imagination about the great anatomist; and the charge of indifference to general ideas, sometimes brought against him, is stupidly unjust. But Cuvier was one of those happily endowed persons in whom genius never parts company with common-sense; and whose perception of the importance of sound method is so great that they look at even a truth, hit upon by those who pursue an essentially vicious method, with the sort of feeling with which an honest trader regards the winnings of a gambler. They hold it better to remain poor than obtain riches by the road that, as a rule, leads to ruin.
_Probability._ They have oddly explained certainty, for after having established that all their ways are sure, they no longer call that sure which leads to heaven without danger of not arriving thereby, but that which leads there without danger of going out of the road.
The Iliad and the Shakespeare are tame to him who hears the rude but homely incidents of the road from every traveller.
Providence has a wild, rough, incalculable road to its end; and it is no use to try to whitewash its huge, mixed instrumentalities, to dress up that terrific benefactor in a clean shirt and white neckcloth of a student in divinity.
~Riches.~--The shortest road to riches lies through contempt of riches.--_Seneca._
~Rectitude.~--The great high-road of human welfare lies along the highway of steadfast well-doing, and they who are the most persistent, and work in the truest spirit, will invariably be the most successful.--_Samuel Smiles._
Homines amplius oculis quam auribus credunt: longum iter est per pr?cepta, breve et efficax per exempla=--Men trust their eyes rather than their ears: the road by precept is long and tedious, by example short and effectual.