Likethemain-travelled road of life it istraversed by many classes of people, but the poor and the weary predominate.

-Garland, (Hannibal) Hamlin
Main-Travelled Roads,'The Main-Travelled Road of the West'.

I was always well mounted. I am fond of a horse, and always piqued myself on having the fastest trotter in the Province. I have made no great progress in the world. I feel doubly, therefore, the pleasure of not being surpassed on the road.

-Hales, Stephen
  The Clockmaker (first series),'The Trotting Horse'.

And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck year.

-Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)
  A Shropshire Lad, no.41.

Now hollow fires burn out to black And lamps are guttering low. Square your shoulders, lift your pack, And leave your friends and go. Oh, never fear, man, nought's to dread Look not left nor right. In all the endless road you tread, There's nothing but the night.

-Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)
Quoted in Bernard Levin Hannibal's Footsteps (1985).

After all the doors were shut, our region is facing a deep abyss after the turning of the Gulf crisis into an imminent catastrophe.We have not left a door that we did not knockon, ora road that we did not taketofind a political settlement of this crisis.

-Hussein, ibnTalal
  On his attempts to intercede for peace in the Gulf  War, Jan.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees, is the high road that leads him to England!

-Johnson, Samuel known as Dr Johnson
  Remark,6  Jul. Quoted in James Boswell The Life of Samuel Johnson (1791), vol.1.

The road is life.

-Kerouac,Jack (John)
  OnThe Road, pt.3, ch.5.

Keep ye the lawöbe swift in all obedienceö Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown; By thepeaceamongourpeopleslet men know weserve the Lord!

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'A Song of the English'.

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods.

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  Rewards and Fairies,'TheWay Through the Woods'.

Give me your arm, old toad; Help me down Cemetery Road.

-Larkin, Philip Arthur
  'Toads Revisited'.

Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end. Tho'the way be long let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. Tho' you're tired and weary Still journey on, till you come to your happy abode, Where all you love you've been dreaming of Will be there, at the end of the road.

-Lauder, Sir Harry (Hugh MacLennan)
  'The End of the Road', chorus.

We must trust to nothing but facts. These are presented to us by Nature, and cannot deceive.We ought, in every instance, to submit our reasoning to the test of experiment, and never to search for truth but by the natural road of experiment and observation.

-Lavoisier, Antoine Laurent
  Traite¤   e¤ l e¤  mentaire de la chimie ('Elements of Chemistry', translated by Robert Kerr).

As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new,öand near the end The milestones into headstones change, 520 'Neath every one a friend.

-Lowell,James Russell
  'Sixty-Eighth Birthday'.

It isgood to be out on theroad, and going one knowsnot where.

-Masefield,John Edward
  'Tewkesbury Road'.

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth.

-Masefield,John Edward
  'Roadways'.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

-Masefield,John Edward
  'Roadways'.

   [Plays that would] cut through time like a knife through a layer cake or a road through a mountain revealing its geologic layers.

-Miller, Arthur
  Describing the plays he always wished to write. Timebends:  A Life.

Words spoken on the road are heard by snakes in the grass.

-MoYan pseudonym of  Guan Moye
  Red Sorghum (translated by Howard Goldblatt).

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

-Nash, (Frederic) Ogden
  Good Intentions,'Lather  AsYou Go'.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came ridingö Ridingöridingö The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

-Noyes, Alfred
  'The Highwayman'.