The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.
Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.
Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.
I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.