With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without falling into it.
One always wonders about roads not taken.
It's pretty scripted on the road: very organised and compartmentalised, and that's the way it has to be with so many people involved in a Stones tour.
The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.
What makes the Stones' arrogance so divine is that we all believe that long ago and far away they weren't rich and famous but poor and struggling, just like us.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.
All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.
Save the stonewall to build the levees.
Everything had to be done in-between Stones time.