Ancient Pueblo Peoples/ceremonial Infrastructure-great North Road - The Thirty Foot Wide Highway

Famous quotes containing the words wide, foot, road, ancient, north, ceremonial, peoples and/or highway:

    “My uncle Toby had scarce a heart to retalliate upon a fly.
    Go,—says he, one day at dinner, to an over-grown one which had buzz’d about his nose ... go poor Devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee?—This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.”
    —Laurence Sterne (1713–1768)

    “A foot can be too long and an inch can be long enough.”
    —Chinese proverb.

    “How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length
    How drifts are piled,
    Dooryard and road ungraded,
    Till even the comforting barn grows far away,
    And my heart owns a doubt
    Whether ‘tis in us to arise with day
    And save ourselves unaided.”
    —Robert Frost (1874–1963)

    “An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower,
    A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall,
    An acre of stony ground,
    Where the symbolic rose can break in flower,
    Old ragged elms, old thorns innumerable....”
    —William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

    “When the Somalians were merely another hungry third world people, we sent them guns. Now that they are falling down dead from starvation, we send them troops. Some may see in this a tidy metaphor for the entire relationship between north and south. But it would make a whole lot more sense nutritionally—as well as providing infinitely more vivid viewing—if the Somalians could be persuaded to eat the troops.”
    —Barbara Ehrenreich (b. 1941)

    “Jargon is part ceremonial robe, part false beard.”
    —Mason Cooley (b. 1927)

    “History ... is, indeed, little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.
    But what experience and history teach is this—that peoples and governments have never learned anything from history, or acted on principles deduced from it.”
    —Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770–1831)

    “Off Highway 106
    At Cherrylog Road I entered
    The ‘34 Ford without wheels,
    Smothered in kudzu,
    With a seat pulled out to run
    Corn whiskey down from the hills,”
    —James Dickey (b. 1923)