As with any turning point or instance when a new road is chosen and an old one forsaken, there are consequences.
Even at the end of the road, read the first sentence, there is a road. Even at the end of the road, a new road stretches out, endless and open, a road that may lead anywhere. To him who will find it, there is always a road.
I do not object to the construction of rail roads and canals.
One should not run on a new road.
If a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else.
There were many who went in huddled procession,They knew not wither,But, at any rate, success or calamityWould attend all in equality.There was one who sought a new road,He went into direful thickets,And ultimately he died thus, alone;But they said he had courage.