Wage war, using peace.
Tranquility — it lacketh durability.
Let inner violence cease, then peace.
Peace — it’s an interpretation of life’s war.
To ensure people’s safety, make peace with yourself.
Those who war will rest in peace.
Peace isn’t things being okay; it’s being okay with things.
There is no peace in killing, only in being killed.
To achieve peace, subdue the Napoleon within.
Hope for everything; celebrate at least one thing.
Disappointment — suck it up; choke it down; spit it out; stomp it.
Setbacks prevalent; advances equivalent.
Re-anoint the young who disappoint.
Integrity’s loss makes disappointment the boss.
Parents give, the children take — disappointment is at stake.
People let you down; flies hang around.
End disappointments, keep your appointments.
The foiled become cynics by the quitting gimmick.
The disappointed cry contains another try.
The period is to be thanked — for silence.
A pause is a sun, a comma is a shadow.
The well-placed comma removes all the trauma, or adds some drama.
Dance, laugh, yell, anoint — celebrate the screaming point!
Reading is guessing and testing, punctuation pausing and resting.
The colon wears a coat and tie: “Hello, enumeration,” never, “Hi.”
The slammer — a verbal hammer!
The apostrophe is Procrustean; it owns, shortens, and relengthens.
There will always be more to be said; the semicolon will never be dead.
The dash is brash.
There are no stupid question marks; only stupid exclamation points!
The written word is inadequate to convey the human voice; our only hope is to someday reinvent punctuation.
Long words tromp clumsily and maladroitly clomp; short words stomp.
Actions are louder words depend on the shouter.
Twisted words come from tangled thoughts.
“In a word …” is never one word.
Every play on words is work.
One word is worth a thousand vacation pictures.
Weigh words, diet; wise up, be quiet.
Keep your words close and your silences closer.
Words, words, the phonic fruit, the more eat, the more you toot.
There’s a way with words, and then there are words that have their way.
There is no final word, only a finalized mind.
To fix a fix kibitz — don’t blitz.
Carry on — by carrying on!
Go off; calm down — hurry back.
Resigned? Resign!
Make custom all custom.
Dust off your brain; dust on what’s sane.
Life is all downhill from here — “Oh, yea!” and “Oh dear!”
Do not refrain from love’s refrain.
Wise oversight expects oversights.
‘It’s all over!” is all over the place.
In the middle of every gorgeous peach — is a pit — deep.
Irony is the soul’s truth store; it make its deliveries to the mind’s backdoor.
To shout louder, employ silence.
Greatness lies in leastness.
Understatement is boredom abatement.
What you start can finish you.
To build your own gallows high — simply hate and lie.
Socrates was the ignorant fool who the took the ancient world to school.
Exaggerate; this expands small minds and diminishes large ones.
Sincerity knows no irony, no sarcasm, no word refinery.
Protection has a side effect — death.
Hang in there, then climb the noose.
Perseverance is a choice offered by a disaster.
Some whine, some recline — some dine on the malign.
Moxie is epoxy; during difficulty it glues us together.
It’s guts or go nuts.
Pluck breeds luck; quitting totally ruins your odds.
Perseverance is periscopic; it sees around corners.
Grit is an abrasive; it can grind down difficulty.
On the other side of the canal of root is a delicious restaurant.
There is a time for everything, a time for nerve and a time to swerve.
Bawl your eyes out; stick them back in.
When records can’t be found invent fires, improvise floods.
Nothing ruins an exciting search like a good data base.
Rewrite your past; hire an archivist.
Build archives; share loot.
Digitize, digitize; save the truth, preserve some lies
What’s done is done unless the archivist is your friend.
Archival is a type of survival; decontribution is a form of suicide.
Obfuscate the past, confuse the present, ensure the future — promote research.
Deaccession all scrapbook transgression.
A society separated from its records has no access to justice.
The trash can is a file, the dumpster is a folder; the dump is a data base.
The wise take refuge in simplicity.
To calm, quiet.
Scrap, then nap.
No sweat, no get.
Love, don’t hate, simplificate.
Facile is unreal.
For haute couture dress simpler.
To fade away is child’s play; it’s harder to stay in the fray.
The mind makes simple reality’s wrinkle.
The simplest tool empowers even the fool.
If time’s pinch or space’s inch do not suffice, then while or mile must take their place.
Lies wound; truths festoon.
The hurt refuse to chart their part.
Friends aren’t inert to hurt.
The wise surmise hidden cries.
Silence is a form of violence.
Love wanes shame.
The lame blame, the hurt blurt, the mad rag.
Those who don’t fulfill their potential rise up against those who do.
Hurt remains, deposited in memory.
The utterly crushed are like animals caught in a trap; they bite even those who try to help them escape.
The hurt run from disaster; love runs after them faster.
Every city is an opportunity; every building is a future.
Orange hand, bright man, downtown’s powerful command.
Taxis abate time’s fate.
Clothes make the town — tatters, ties, rags and gowns.
In a just city, everyone may wear cuffs.
Downtown’s semiotic tags — backpacks, briefcases, purses and bags.
Steel cliffs, concrete canyons, asphalt rivers — downtown gives nature the shivers.
Trees deliver the country to the city.
The city is a street where people cross but never meet.
Parking is now a destination.
Strange, stranger and the strangest, the city collects and arranges.
Lips readily touch lips; souls struggle to even get into the same room.
Dream super big; it all but guarantees failure.
There are two occasions when it is easy to win our enemies — later and after that.
If we knew how to quit each other, we might more readily begin each other.
No bad deed goes unrewarded.
To be loved, that is enough — and solitude.
Every good boy deserve favor, every failed one too.
We become who we become because of our parents; after we must discover how to change that.
Grow old with me — my worst to see.
I love you too — do you?
Heal the traumatized; wrap them in a cocoon of love; keep them there.
The traumatized child is the traumatized adult.
Trauma is a landslide; safety is a plain.
To save the emotional future of the planet, we must stop shooting civilians and dropping bombs on children.
To control using fear is to worship in the temple of trauma.
Boxing is like war: it owes its popularity to the love of dominance, humiliation and head trauma.
Avoid memes; trust personal dreams.
No vision; no decision.
Without a vision the steeples perish.
Seeing is not believing; seeing is simply one litmus test for believing.
To value a person discover the future within them.
A vision may apprehend the future, but a plan will accomplish it.
As the migratory bird follows the sun, so the rhino follows the vision.
The almighty clam siphons vision’s shazam.
The further up one is in an organization the further ahead one must see.
Even the most visionary see only as if through a small telescope.
One can only hope and pray that the entrepreneurs and visionaries won’t readily find the rest of us.
Demigods, dictators and terrorists also understand the importance of vision.
There are no isolated events, only processes that have gone unnoticed.
For me — my way is a highway.
One man’s process is another man’s toss up.
We look before our leaps but close our eyes on our deceits.
Grieve all your losses with self-honoring processes.
The process is the product.
Develop a good process: select, sequence, anticipate, borrow.
Mistakes, revisions, setback and losses — out of these arise our rebuilding processes.
Step-by-step bests rush-an’-crush.
At the end of every order-making project lies a mess.
Good projects are like good relationships — hard, long, expensive and worth it.
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