Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under your observation in life.
“I respect kindness in human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.
Don't keep forever on the public road, going only where others have gone. Leave the beaten track occasionally and dive into the woods. You'll be certain to find something you have never seen before.”
God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road.
We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared since days of long ago.
Life without celebrations is a distant road without an inn.
Your eyes in which I travel, Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.
Broad tolerance in the matter of beliefs is necessarily a part of the new ethics.
The road up and the road down is one and the same.
Human beings are born into this little span of life of which the best thing is its friendships and intimacies … and yet they leave their friendships and intimacies with no cultivation, to grow as they will by the roadside, expecting them to "keep" by force of mere inertia.
“Some of the greatest discoveries...consist mainly in the clearing away of psychological roadblocks which obstruct the approach to reality;
You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy.
There is no royal road to science, and only those who do not dread the fatiguing climb of its steep paths have a chance of gaining its luminous summits.
I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.
I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Friends are as companions on a journey, who ought to aid each other to persevere in the road to a happier life.
On the road from the City of Skepticism, I had to pass through the Valley of Ambiguity.
“The nation that will insist on drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking done by cowards.
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.