If you take the biological weapons in the United States we still will have perhaps a single individual who was able to make anthrax, dry it, and spread it through the mail and cause terror.
Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream it.
Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.
Women will not, for many a year, perhaps never, descend again to the status of toys.
Your brain never stops developing and changing. It's been doing it from the time your were an embryo, and will keep on doing it all your life. And this ability, perhaps, represents it greatest strength.
With his ABC News experience, perhaps Pierre Salinger's next job could be cohosting-with Oliver Stone-a 24-hour Conspiracy Network.
I love to entertain, I love to make people laugh, cry, and move them, perhaps moving them in their lives.
Birds are, perhaps, the most eloquent expression of reality.
It is important that man dreams, but it is perhaps equally important that he can laugh at his own dreams.
It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.
To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares,- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).
but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand
Perhaps she was both child and woman, darkness and light, past and present, life and death - all the opposites contained and reconciled in her.
The oil lobby, perhaps the most powerful lobby on earth, is almost matched by hospital owners and doctors.
Perhaps every time anyone is praised it means that someone else somewhere is going to be ignored
Perhaps marketing is about to transition to a new kind of profession, one that requires insight, dedication and smarts.
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib with its bars or perhaps with your first breath when the planets drill your future into you.