路
钱锺书 《围城》：“时间已经遗忘了这条路途。”
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
The unattainable goal is my goal; the winding path is my chosen path.
The sole duty of the awakened is to find oneself, become oneself, and forge one’s own path.
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.
The novel is a mirror walking down the road.
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.
What is the use of running when we are not on the right road?
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.