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Well, only Japanese may understand it, but I'm like a goat or something that likes high places.

Well sir, I may not be a for-real cowboy... But I am one hell of a stud!

Well, the first thing we do is take our brain out and put it in a drawer. Stick it somewhere and let it tantrum until it wears itself out. You may still hear the brain and all the shitty things it is saying to you, but it will be muffled, and just the fact that it is not in your head anymore will make things seem clearer. And then you just do it.

Well, we have nothing to hide. Our history is an open book. They may find what they are looking for, but the fact is the history of the church is clear and open and leads to faith and strength and virtues.

Well, well, perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular fellow such as I am -- my friends get round me -- we chaff, we sparkle, we tell witty stories -- and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have the gift of conversation. I've been told I ought to have a salon, whatever that may be.

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

We love good looks rather than what is practical, Though good looks may prove destructive.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

We may affirm, then, that the main drift of the later Renaissance was away from a humanism that favored a free expansion toward a humanism that was in the highest degree disciplinary and selective.

We may all host ourselves to death, and if we're all dead who will host our funerals?

We may be as good as we please, if we please to be good.

We may be confident in this: that in the pain of our suffering is the presence of a faithful God.

We may be excused for not always being bright, but we are not excused for not being gracious, yielding and considerate.

We may be in a rapidly evolving international financial system with all the bells and whistles of the so-called new economy. But the old-economy rules of prudence are as formidable as ever. We violate them at our own peril.

We may be living in the twentieth century, in resplendent sophistication. But deep down, most of us find ourselves still in the Stone Age of superstition.

We may bend sometimes, but we don't break. There's a lot of character in that room

We may be the protagonists of tragedy, but we are also the heroes of our most beautiful and thrilling experiences.

We may be truly said to worship God, though we lack perfection; but we cannot be said to worship Him if we lack sincerity.

We may be unlovely yet we are not unloved.

We may be weak, but looking at our weakness will never make us strong.

We may be willing to tell a story twice, never to hear it more than once.

We may call painting the grandchild of nature.

We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.

We may consequently state the fundamental theorem of Natural Selection in the form: The rate of increase in fitness of any organism at any time is equal to its genetic variance in fitness at that time.

We may employ artifice to deceive a rival, anything against our enemies.

We may be a nation of Democrats, Independents, and Republicans, but first and foremost we are all human beings and Americans.

We may be coming to a new golden age of instrument making.

We may be delighted to see Israel putting the Arabs in their place, but we have repeatedly condemned their occupation of Arab territory.

We may be living at that moment, on the cusp, when we go from being a species that feels a kind of loneliness in the cosmos to actually one sometime in the not too distant future being able to confirm the existence of other intelligent life.

We may be so eager to protect the right to dissent that we lose sight of the difference between dissent and subversion.

We may be sure that a genius like Mozart, were he born today, would write concertos like Chopin and not like Mozart.

We may be sure that out of the ruins of our capitalist civilization a new religion will emerge, just as Christianity emerged from the ruins of the Roman civilization.

We may be the generation that sees Armageddon.

We may casually talk of all sorts of new programs and 'stimulus,' but the vast trillion-dollar collective national debt and rising annual deficits will insidiously hamstring almost everything we plan to do.

We may complain and cavil at the anarchy which is the amateurs natural element, but in soberness we must agree that if the amateur did not exist it would be necessary to invent him.

We may get to the point where the only way of saving the world will be for industrial civilization to collapse.

We may have made one of the biggest and most stupid collective mistakes in history by getting so worried about global warming.

We may have the best of intentions in trying to discern God's will, but we should really stop putting ourselves through the misery of overspiritualizing every decision. Our misdirected piety makes following God more mysterious than it was meant to be

We may imitate the Deity in all His attributes; but mercy is the only one in which we can pretend to equal Him. We cannot, indeed, give like God; but surely we may forgive like Him.

We may infer from any defeat of ours that it is due either to lack of faith or failure to obey. No other reason can suffice.

We may learn anew what compassion and beauty are, and pause to listen to the Earth's music.

We may like the honey without liking the bee, but this will not be ethical!

We may listen to our inner self-and still not know which ocean we hear roaring.

We may live without her, and worship without her, but we cannot remember without her. How cold is all history, how lifeless all imagery, compared to that which the living nation writes, and the uncorrupted marble bears!

We may neglect the wrongs which we receive, but be careful to rectify those which we are the cause of to others.

We may never know why Joe Ellis fabricated a heroic past. But we know that the life he embellished has deeply diminished the life he'd earned.

We may admire people for being wise, but we like them best when they are foolish.

We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.

We may always depend on it that algebra, which cannot be translated into good English and sound common sense, is bad algebra.

We may as well tolerate all religions, since God Himself tolerates all.