The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.
Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
One way to find food for thought is to use the fork in the road, the bifurcation that marks the place of emergence in which a new line of development begins to branch off.
I’d fully taken the road many people start on, but most abandon: common sense had given me a miss, and I’d become an artist.
Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown.
The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.
The road to the sacred leads through the secular.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
Sooner or later you must move down an unknown road that leads beyond the range of the imagination, and the only certainty is that the trip has to be made.