Pastoral Resources

We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.

The trials on the road to world harmony are no greater than the courage of those who accept the challenge.

It frustrates me about myself when I see I'm not taking the road that demands more of me.

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.

At that moment Mr. Clifford, quite unconscious that he and his most personal feelings and aspirations were subjects of discussion, was turning from the main road into the lower road.

But before looking to the future, let's glance back at the road we've traveled these past two years because that is the source of much of the optimism we are all feeling about the future.

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 road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.

If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don't want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.

You are not going to get peace with millions of armed men. The chariot of peace cannot advance over a road littered with cannon.

The guys in my band are great-we watch movies, we eat pizza, take walks, read books. Everybody has a really great sense of humor. And my boyfriend comes and visits me on the road.

My rite of passage into my brave new world, life on the road.

There's a lot of down time on the road. That part of it I really don't enjoy. There's nothing to do.

At the moment I have my family coming out with me on the road. We have our own vehicle and it's more like a family vacation. I just stop, do some gigs, and take off. It's a lot more fun now with the family.

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.

I was lonely driving here tonight so I hugged the road.

My command, less than ten thousand, had found the battle on the Plank road in retreat, little less than a panic. In a few hours we changed defeat to victory, the broken divisions of the Third Corps rallying in their rear.

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.

The world is full of musicians who can play great, and you wouldn't cross the road to see them. It's people who have this indefinable attitude that are the good ones.