He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determines the end.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
There is no road of flowers leading to glory.
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
The road to success, and by that I mean... the possibility of giving the best one has to the cause that one loves most, is not easy.
A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
There's only a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but there's no road leading from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Every one of my books is written from the viewpoint of cops, with the exception of my book Killer on the Road, which is written from the viewpoint of a serial killer.
The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.
In my case, the listener is often in an automobile driving to work. You can concentrate on the road while still getting an audio message that can be riveting.
Trying to predict the future is like trying to drive down a country road at night with no lights while looking out the back window.
The Buggles was much more a studio environment idea, which we never actually took on the road.
God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road.
Skepticism is the first step on the road to philosophy.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.