Go on now, have a wonderful time.
Milton wrote Paradise Lost, he said, to justify the ways of God to man.
I think the harder job would be to justify the ways of man to God.
Spare us, King of the Heavens, from the annihilation we deserve for all our murders and malice, because from time to time we do something truly cute and adorable.
Or: hey, maybe this is the best we can do with the tools we have, and who exactly was it that packed our tool box?
Please, give one more chance — just for what Quvenzhané Wallis does in Beasts of the Southern Wild.
Nelson Mandela? Malala Yousafzai? Jimmy Carter? Come on, cut us a little slack. We try really hard, sometimes.
You’ll have to pry my cold dead fingers from my staff, pale old man, I’m not going quietly.
Moses on a stick.
Nothing at the end but our chariot wheel tracks limning the hard sand.