Sooner or later we have to stop condemning people for their thoughts.
Sooner or later we have to understand that the basis of religion is story not fact.
Sooner or later I’m going to have to clean the crumbs off the toaster tray.
Sooner or later Manchester United will find a manager to bring back their mojo.
Sooner or later a pig’s ears will flap languorously through the air.
Sooner or later political cultures of West and East will learn to engage more profitably with the defence mechanisms of their adversaries.
Sooner or later the table-tennis club down the road will re-open and I can work on my backhand.
Sooner or later, if the world’s going to bear up, we will have to think of ‘alternative approaches’ first and ‘adversaries’ second.
Sooner or later people who tend to opinionate should start to listen to themselves.
Sooner or later we have to ditch, or at least learn occasionally to discard, the rose-tinted spectacles by which we cannot help but romanticise our own position.
Sooner or later I’ll meet a woman to wake to the dawn with and dance down the evening sky together.
Sooner or later at least I can get a haircut.
Sooner or later.
