ROAD, n. A strip of land along which one may pass from where it is too tiresome to be to where it is futile to go.   All roads, howsoe'er they diverge, lead to Rome,  Whence, thank the good Lord, at least one leads back home.               Borey the Bald. -Ambrose Bierce

 

ROAD, n. A strip of land along which one may pass from where it is too tiresome to be to where it is futile to go. All roads, howsoe'er they diverge, lead to Rome, Whence, thank the good Lord, at least one leads back home. Borey the Bald.


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Experience is a revelation in the light of which we renounce our errors of youth for those of age.

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