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.”

Comments are closed.