The road must run save first and fast afterward.

We have to go along a road covered with blood. We have no other alternative. For us it is a matter of life or death, a matter of living or existing. We have to be ready to face the challenges that await us.

Death is the only limit to the road you travel.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

[From Pale Horse, Pale Rider]

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils. . .

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.

There's an obligation to try every route to happiness.

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.

The road reaches every place, the short cut only one.

Only to the rational animal is it given to follow voluntarily what happens; but simply to follow is a necessity imposed on all.

More reliably than anything else on earth, the road will force you to live in the present.

Everyone knows that not to go forward on this road is to turn back, and not to gain ground is to lose.

Perdition awaits at the end of a road constructed entirely from good intentions, the devil emerges from the details and hell abides in the small print.

The road ahead of you is long, dark, and, I very much fear, bloodstained. I also very much fear that you will take us all down that road. But you must live to reach the end of it.