Small and inane will make you sane.
Small holds the rank of swank.
Small in all; bit in every it.
To hold a child is to hold the universe.
Gratitude arrives in bits, ingratitude in blitz and fits.
The pun is mightier than the board.
Small anxieties repeat the first miracle; they makes a universe out of nothing.
Consider everything as if it counts — it does.
The micro-flotsam are forget-some.
Don’t worry about comets, the real danger lies in commas.
The mightiest moment is this quick and quarky nanosecond’s “is.”