Anticipation is the better part of pleasure.

Most men lead lives of quiet anticipation.

Promise pilfers the present.

Some forecast the weather; others create it.

Dream of plenty; save your money.

Boredom arises out of the failure of anticipation.

Slow down — enjoy; completely stop — thrill.
Imagining is wishing; anticipating is fishing.

Anticipate your fate; choose your destiny.

Contentment is the anticipation of the present.


Vision stomps it.

Motivation is crack.

Love floors it.

Avoid bored, accelerate forward.

Abate fate, accelerate.

E-’s pell mell bests C4-C12.

Whirr, glide, whiz, ping — electric is the bim, bam, bing.

A steady gait is seldom late.

Don’t stagnate; exhilarate!

We propel like hell to our own death nell.

Drive; stay alive.

The unexcited are uninvited.

To tell is hell.

Tell — then take cover.

To get well — tell.

A lie ends with a period; a comma follows honesty.

Secrets perpetuate sicknesses.

Tell or lie; live or die.

We don’t know what we won’t say.

Lie slowly; tell pell mell.

To tell is embarrassing, but to lie is devastating.

Fill the hall; tell it all.

What we don’t tell behavior will.

We see through a lens always.

Old age increases magnification.

Youth is the lens which old age bends.

Neglect creates a lens; so does coddling.

Pain’s refrain focuses the brain.

Shame is myopia.

Failure crafts success’s lens.

Love’s lens starts fires.

Time bends the lens.

A country is a lens through which an individual sees a world.

In the end, life bends the lens.

Allow your self to be seen, but assiduously practice being known.

Being seen is a scream; behind the scenes is quite serene.

Dress up; play down.

Just to appear is brave, but to speak — it’s epic.

To step on a stage is to rip open your heart.

Appearances wound us, applauses ravage us.

To survive, be seen; to recover, become invisible.

Pull back the coverlet of rationality; find a mess.

Broken is bought, seen is fraught.

Seen is not what it seems.

The hunt drives the world.

The treasure in you is greater than the treasure that is in the world.

Pan gold — start inside.

Neighbors are treasure; love is the map.

Seek and you will reap.

Thoughts are loot, concepts a hoot.

All thieves maintain laws against stealing from themselves.

Treasure is trauma.

Become a pirate; board your own ship; demand booty.

Free climb light; pack insight.

Plunder all awareness with all kindness.

Drink deeply from every well they throw you into.

Rough times make tough lines.

Be tough, defer, shut up.

Tough needs no rough.

The tough free climb to beauty and remain after the glory has faded.

Resilient is emotionally brilliant.

Humble compliments tough.

Gruff is protection; rough is defection.

Spit, don’t quit.

Tough is not enough.

Hunt and pick what you wear; go about with verve and flair.

When in doubt — wear something.

Vanity prevents nudity.

Dress in $10’s; think in $100’s.

You will never have enough of what you don’t really want.

Très chic — soul’s boutique.

Envy’s passion is in fashion.

The under-arrayed hate the over-displayed.

Be smartin in Tartan.

Shop to shop hang out dead-drop.

Details make the man; minutia makes the woman.

Fashion fast, compassion dashed.

Excuses are ruses.

Completely excuse your neighbor; occasionally pardon yourself.

“They did the best they could” is highly useful to those with a firm commitment to complete denial.

Regret nothing; what has happened has made you the way you aren’t.

Live with your regretatives; die with your appreciatives.

It is said that there is a purpose behind everything; it sucks when that purpose is selfishness.

Tough is facing reality; hardcore is taking responsibility for it.

Excusal is refusal.

Hug-pat every choice; smack-kiss every inner voice.

Own what’s blown; hone what’s completely thrown.

We excuse in ourselves the very same fault we condemn in our neighbor.

Time sprints; pain runs after it.

Think you’re done; you’re just at one.

They may break off your arms, but they can’t take your wings.

A limp need not stop a walk.

Humor heals horror.

Broken begets open.

Past shock survives beauty.

Good times wake you, bad times take you, choices make you.

Hobble me, I’ll step over you; lame me, I’ll jump you.

A limp need not stop a walk.

Some of the most beautiful things in the world are some the most damaged things in the world.

Cancer is the club you don’t want to join; it contains the people you do want to meet.

Some things are best dealt with by looking away.

Distraction is pure love; redirection is total adoration.

Treat all anxiety using all distraction.

You may easily distract crying children, but you’ll need to hug, pat and hold sobbing adults.

Interrupt crying; do it by laughing.

Denial is a remedy; distraction is a curative.

Look away from what you can’t like to what you can love.

To stay sane reframe all fame as a non-gain.

Control your destiny; sleep late, lunch long, avoid strenuous movement.

Time is subservient to doodling; the calendar is subject to lollygagging and fiddling.

At sea, behold; in port, be bold.

Responsible is gutsy; wanabe is clutsy.

Grow bold; make the next move.

Bold pauses then charges.

Closed is cold, authentic sassy bold.

Faux bold will fold.

Eat wealth, drink power; metabolize an iron-fisted meekness.

Bold gets old, but a quiet, steady ambling — it’s electrifying!

Bold isn’t rushing into action, it is inspiring someone else to do so.

Crave, engage; rave, be brave.

Dauntless will be wantless.

End starvation, abolish war, stop racism, abandon sexism — then go home and take out the trash.

Some streets are safer than some homes.

To live nowhere is to live everywhere.

A street is a palace; a road is a mansion; a field is a home.

Home sweet tome.

A shopping cart is a moving van to a homeless man.

First we lose our minds, then we lose our homes.

Roofs heal illness; families heal hurt.

A home isn’t a house; it’s a mindset.

There’s no place like bed.

The first appearance of homelessness is in the geological record.

To sap off others, to answer to no one, to look out only for oneself is selfishness; it can masquerade as homelessness.

The solution to homelessness isn’t blame; it’s homes.

To transform deform the norm.

There are few transformations, a million highs and lows.

Difficulty is transformational; acceptance makes it doubly so.

We transform one chip, crack and collapse at a time.

Rules decline; choices refine.

We change one choice at a chance.

Transformations need donations.

Approve variances; fund mid-course corrections, die for transformations.

To transform another transform yourself.

Mourn, then transform.

To age well die young.

Age gracefully; stay home mostly.

Age publicly; ache silently.

Don’t get old; get venerable.

Aging is not for sissies; it’s for bellyachers, complainers, grumblers and moaners.

Aging compulsory; engaging elective.

Old isn’t cute; it can be a hoot.

A small village can raise a child, but it takes a major city to care for a senior.

Senility is the crisis, midlife just a virus.

The greatest wealth — it’s mental health.

Everyone is crazy to someone.

Stay in the game; feign sane.

Sanity is chemistry — mixed with artistry.

Fame is insane.

Whacked is subjective; sane is deflective.

Insanity always has a long history.

We are about as sane as we choose to be — if you rule out the effects of disease, aging, enemies and parents.

Insanity increases with loneliness; it doubles with rejection.

Contingent causes behingement.

There is no shame in a worn out brain.

Geology, theology — neither needs apology.

Time is deep, and space is steep.

From fossils come cities.

Geologically, is, isn’t.

The past moves.

Our origins meet below our feet.

It’s twice, it’s thrice we came from ice.

Time, time, time — the DNA of human kind.

The universe is a library, the earth a novel, humans a short story.

In the strata of the earth we find the fingerprint of God.

We live and move and have our being within the lovely Pleistocene.

Gorgeous — it’s torturous.

Taste lays waste to grace.

Gorgeous carries no guarantees.

Gorgeous, the finest design, and a kind and gentle mind.

Sublime and kitsch; it’s the same ditch.

What is at first interesting is at at last gorgeous.

Justice — it’s gorgeous.

Gorgeously hideous is the sacred perfidious.

Virtuosity is the house servant of gorgeosity.

The modern world bellows down aesthetic’s quiet hall.

Disgusting — it’s gut-busting.

Gauche is funny, louche is money.

A good gag, gags.

Benign crime — just kills us.

A short distance murders a long propriety.

Louche gains nothing from abstruse.

Familiarity breeds offense.

Be in poor taste and you’ll be chased.

Life is hilariously gross, rollickingly morose.

Oafish, thuggish, rudish, brutish.

We torture and sigh and adhere to a lie.

Self-torture yields a false confession.

What tortures one delights another.

Fame tortures the soul, but obscurity completely rips the heart out.

Weak tortures; strong nurtures.

Rapport trumps torture.

The tortured lie; the befriended amplify.

Pain is our torturer; it is also our trustworthy reporter.

Unrequited love is the highest form of self-torture.

We torture our loves to test their tenacities.

The tortuosity of life; the blissification of death.