The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.

Tact is after all a kind of mind reading.

The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.

God would not give us the same talent if what were right for men were wrong for women.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

What has made this nation great? Not its heroes but its households.

It is the people who can do nothing who find nothing to do, and the secret to happiness in this world is not only to be useful, but to be forever elevating one's uses.

The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paper - whether little or great, it belongs to Literature.

When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.

On the road to equality there is no better place for blacks to detour around American values than in forgoing its example in the treatment of its women and the organization of its family.

If I'm out trailriding, I have a favorite motorcycle. Riding on the road, I've got a favorite. If I'm jumping, I have a favorite, and if I'm racing, I have a favorite.

No one is guaranteed happiness. You can pursue it, but if you happen to find success along the way on that road to happiness, Conservatives believe you should not be demonized or penalized for it.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.

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.

The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road.

One is sorry one could not have taken both branches of the road. But we were not allotted multiple selves.

At home in Paris I take a milk bath two times a week, but here on the road it is more difficult. I miss them.

On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.

And since I just turned 32, I'm thinking about getting married, having a family, and that's very difficult to do on the road as a correspondent.

Most of the international community, most of the countries around the world, don't want any side, any party to take unilateral steps. They would like that all of us to stick to the road map.

There is no royal road to anything, one thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

We toured that record for a year, which turned out to be the culmination of ten years of being constantly on the road. We were sick to death of touring.

Love or not, I wouldn't subject a wife to the road. It's punishment.

There's no road map on how to raise a family: it's always an enormous negotiation.

Show's going well. New season starting, we're on the road.

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.

The road to perseverance lies by doubt.

Skepticism is the first step on the road to philosophy.

If you have enthusiasm, you have a very dynamic, effective companion to travel with you on the road to Somewhere.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

My other family is Fleetwood Mac. I don't need the money, but there's an emotional need for me to go on the road again. There's a love there; we're a band of brothers.

Now, I do come from a part of the country where the people say that the only thing in the middle of the road is a yellow line or roadkill.

You and I come by road or rail, but economists travel on infrastructure.

The road to freedom must be uphill, even if it is arduous and frustrating.

A dead end can never be a one way street; you can always turn around and take another road.

It's been a long road back to health and fitness for me. I am just glad to have been given the opportunity to do what I love most.

We came off the road of the last tour very inspired to just keep playing, so we went to Canada.

I've got my whole life. There's a lifetime of experience, a lifetime of experiencing the road and the music and different players. It makes me a richer human being. I have a greater source of information to tap into, a wealth of life.

A good system shortens the road to the goal.

People respect you more if you just play and blow something out than if you take the easier road. That's how we think. You get more respect and people play harder for you. Just play till you blow it. Just play till it goes.

When we were on the road, I found out that my greatest hits album went Gold. They freaked out. Things really came to a head when we started arguing about a Van Halen greatest hits package.

I'm most in my element on tour, with a gig that day, like today. I'm on the road where I am supposed to be. I will be where I'm supposed to be at nighttime, on stage, in front of people, doing my thing.

All through school, I was losing hundreds of pounds in school, so that's a journey - that's an old journey. I'm tired of that. I know that road.

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.