There is no greater love than this. There is no greater gift that can ever be given. To be willing to die, so another might live -- there is no greater lover than this.
One might say that the American trend of education is to reduce the senses almost to nil.
A scientist who is also a human being cannot rest while knowledge which might be used to reduce suffering rests on the shelf.
The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your own bed, and you might suffocate in your own waste.
. . . What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.
Zombies are then a symbol of our own mad urges to destroy ourselves, and a terrifying portent that we might succeed.
I think if they hadn't scored, we might have got a better result.
If you can't play the Blues you might as well hang it up.
They say if the warming trend continues, by 2015 Hillary Clinton might actually thaw out.
A president cannot make decision on what someone might know in the future.
She didn't like the fact that she had reduced a man – no matter how evil he might be—to a drooling idiot.
We didn't hold President Obama as accountable as we might have.
Free verse seemed democratic because it offered freedom of access to writers. And those who disdained free verse would always be open to accusations of elitism, mandarinism. Open form was like common ground on which all might graze their cattle - it was not to be closed in by usurping landlords.
We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.
There is no greater gift to future generations than that we do the work God has asked us to do: love one another, that the world might be made right.
I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.
The reason you might choose to embrace the artist within you now is that this is the path to (cue the ironic music) security.
I think there might even come a time when I would read Virgil again. Ovid's Metamorphoses, perhaps, not because the music goes round and round and never comes out, but because it's an extraordinary picture of ceaseless change that never comes to an end.
I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others -- The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.
You might have been able to fool people the first time, or something, but you really can't make a successful sequel today unless people really, really liked the predecessor.