The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
The impossible cannot have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.
Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.
It’s possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard.
It is more than possible; it is probable.
An ignorant man thinks everything possible.
