Pastoral Resources

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.

The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.

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.

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.

There's only a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, but there's no road leading from the ridiculous to the sublime.

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.

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.

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.

All that is needed to set us definitely on the road to a Fascist society is war. It will of course be a modified form of Fascism at first.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory.

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determines the end.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

It almost hurts me to walk down a road and have people grab my hand and ask for my autograph and not sit and talk. When I'm finished I'm not going to be on the front page, but I'm going to be just as happy without the publicity.

For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life's list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors.

I wish I could go home. I've been on the road since May. I wonder if my dogs still remember me.

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

Dieting is murder on the road. Show me a man who travels and I'll show you one who eats.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

It hasn't been a totally smooth road, but in the whole span of things I feel like a very lucky person.