Pastoral Resources

So now my road map has changed and I don't have a really clear idea of what the next stops are.

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.

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

Between an uncontrolled escalation and passivity, there is a demanding road of responsibility that we must follow.

I am not unconscious of the persuasive power exerted by these considerations to drag men along in the current; but I am not at liberty to travel that road.

The defense of our rights and our dignity, as well as efforts never to let ourselves to be overcome by the feeling of hatred - this is the road we have chosen.

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

President Johnson offered the middle of the road.

To me, flying free is doing what I want to do, even if it's different from what everybody expects me to do. I'm flying free when I win the battle between me and the people who thought I should go down this road and I find my own road.

We always work at least a month to six weeks before we go on the road, usually for something like eight to 12 hours a night. It took six weeks to do it this time. We just play virtually everything we know.

Everything officers go through in any chase anywhere in the country, but amped up 100 times! I'm right in the thick of things in a car going like 80 miles an hour, and doing 360s in the middle of the road. It was a wild ride.

I think I hit the bottom when my wife left me while I was on the road.

Teaching is the royal road to learning.

That fateful stretch of road has since been dubbed the Highway of Death.

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

Can you tell a plain man the road to heaven? Certainly, turn at once to the right, then go straight forward.

The path that went by the little house had become a road. Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and stared in surprise at a wagon slowly creaking by on that road.

I have such a great band. We had played all this material on the road. I just wanted to let it fly.

We can't win at home. We can't win on the road. As general manager, I just can't figure out where else to play.

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.