I don't think anything might have been. What is, is.
What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.
Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.
There are so many things we've been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you.
To take my work seriously would be the height of folly.
There was a young lady named Mae Who smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually rotted away.