Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.

Brothers are so unpleasant.

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

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.

Receptiveness is a rare and massive power, like fortitude.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

Perhaps his might be one of the natures where a wise estimate of consequences is fused in the fires of that passionate belief which determines the consequences it believes in.