It is hard to have patience with people who say ''There is no death'' or ''Death doesn't matter.'' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.
Oh, Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!
Thus we have now for many centuries triumphed over nature to the extent of making certain secondary characteristics of the male (such as the beard) disagreeable to nearly all the females—and there is more in that than you might suppose.
In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not.
There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.
We can never know what might have been but what is to come is another matter entirely
Agnostics talk cheerfully of man's search for God but they might as well talk about the mouse's search for the cat.
One is given strength to bear what happens to one, but not the 100 and 1 different things that might happen.
I have seen landscapes . . . which, under a particular light, make me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge.
The man can neither man, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels.
No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.
And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.