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A highway is any public road or other public way on land.
- Mathematics is not a careful march down a well-cleared highway, but a journey into a strange wilderness, where the explorers often get lost. Rigour should be a signal to the historian that the maps have been made, and the real explorers have gone elsewhere.
- W. S. Anglin, in Mathematics and History, elucidating the symmetry between the creative and logical aspects of mathematics.
- So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time.
- Take It to the Limit, written by Meisner, Henley, Frey.
- My highway is unfeatured air,
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men my giant arms upbear—
My arms unstained and free from scars.
- William Ellery Channing, Hymn of the Earth.
- No man can make a stable-yard of the King's highway.
- Lord Ellenborough, Rex v. Cross (1812), 3 Camp. 227; reported in James William Norton-Kyshe, Dictionary of Legal Quotations (1904), p. 100.
- During the brief span of their lives they walked in their native garments down the great highway of a great nation; were laughed at, sworn at, chased, and fled from. Then they passed and were heard of no more.
- This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky.
- Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare
Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wreckt.
I never was attached to that great sect,
Whose doctrine is, that each one should select
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
To cold oblivion, though it is in the code
Of modern morals, and the beaten road
Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread,
Who travel to their home among the dead
By the broad highway of the world, and so
With one chained friend, — perhaps a jealous foe,
The dreariest and the longest journey go.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Epipsychidion (1821), l. 147.
- So long as a man rides his hobbyhorse peaceably and quietly along the King's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him — pray, Sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
- Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman (1760-1767), Book I, Ch. 7.