I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.
Yes, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but everyone forgets the second half of that quote: the road to heaven is paved with good actions.
There's a road to hell that is paved with good intentions but it's a long route. The quicker path is paved with the kind of ignorance that clever men who just don't want to know are best at.
If you charge off with some political agenda that is not informed by clarity, you are going to end up with business as usual. The road to hell is paved with good intentions but it is not paved with clarity.
I don't give a damn if I go to hell. I love you Satan. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I might have speculated on my chances of going to Heaven; but candidly I did not care. I could not have wept if I had tried. I had no wish to review the evils of my past. But the past did seem to have been a bit wasted. The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.
There are people who do what they believe is right, but as they say, 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.'
Like a lot of people, for a long time I thought that the road to hell is paved with bad sequels.
Down that path lies madness. On the other hand, the road to hell is paved with melting snowballs.
The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.
The Senate is a place filled with goodwill and good intentions, and if the road to hell is paved with them, then it's a pretty good detour.