Cleaning is symptomatic of an over-wraught optimism.

My second favorite activity is cleaning a sink drain; my first is having a colonoscopy.

Cleaning is like pi — it’s infinite.

Only prairie dogs, moles and children truly understand the comforts found in dirt.

It’s down-in-the-dirt kindness that’s actually next to godliness.

As the stream washes the mountain, so gentleness washes the soul.

Even dirt floors are swept.

Integrity is what stays clean when no one is looking.

Confession is laundry soap, forgivness fabric softener.

Pain is the surfactant of the soul.

When you clean your room, you may feel like you’ve ordered your soul — you haven’t.

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