Perhaps I failed, but I did my best, These masters of mine may do the rest.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Nothing matters, but it's perhaps more comfortable to keep calm and not interfere with other people.
I would love to do a really cool romantic comedy, perhaps with Hugh Grant. I think he is brilliant. That's the kind of film I love to go to see. I love 'girls' films'.
Philosophy appears to concern itself only with the truth, but perhaps expresses only fantasies, while literature appears to concern itself only with fantasies, but perhaps it expresses the truth.
Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something - love - from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
That was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.
As the nation watches, Democrats and Republicans should reflect the interspersed character of America itself. Perhaps, by sitting with each other for one night, we will begin to rekindle that common spark that brought us here from 50 different states and widely diverging backgrounds to serve the public good.
Perhaps Clankers and Darwinists would always be at war, if only in their hearts.
Your average knitter, obsessed as we are with the art form, is quickly going to begin producing far more in the way of warm things than are needed by even an arctic-bound knitter. Knitting breeds generosity, true. . . but perhaps in a hurry to avoid burying ourselves in hand-knits. There are only so many scarves one knitter can use.
Maybe in past years, perhaps women didn't feel quite as comfortable with revealing themselves, and their skills and their crafts. . . and now we are, so we're out there, just like the guys.
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
Time is a friend - perhaps the best one we shall ever have. . . . Time is a now - and there is only now. Memories look backward. Hope looks ahead. But there is in reality only now.
The sound of progress is perhaps the sound of plummeting hypotheses.
Do you believe in God? Perhaps you aren't old enough. The reason old people believe in God is because they've given up believing in anything else, and one can't exist without faith in something. . . . God is a sort of burglar. As a young man you knock him down; as an old man, you try to conciliate him because he may knock you down. Moral: don't grow old.
I am beginning to realize that "sanity" is no longer a value or an end in itself. If modern people were a little less sane, a little more doubtful, a little more aware of their absurdities and contradictions, perhaps there might be the possibility of their survival.
It is in the nature of democracies, perhaps, that while visionaries are sometimes necessary to make them, once made they can be managed by mediocrities.
One thing I feel clear about is that it's important not to let your life live you. Otherwise, you end up at forty feeling you haven't really lived. What have I learned? Perhaps to live now, so that at fifty I won't look back upon my forties with regret.
Perhaps the whole world is actually a banquet, to which every living thing is invited. First you come as guests: then eventually you're on the menu.
Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers.