The ultimate knows no intimate. 

The ultimate    it always includes some befuddlement. 

The ideal makes us kneel; the real stands us back upright. 

Find the heel; peel the ideal. 

Utmost — it’s almost. 

Paramount usually isn’t. 

Supreme — our dream; extreme, our reality. 

Superlative is desired, hired, required and admired    then fired. 

Highest, lowest; slowest focus. 

Cardinal; farcical. 

Being is fleeting; doing is flitting. 

Doing is a kind of being.

Doing winks slyly at being while passing. 

Doing is on mission; being prefers a cushion. 

Doing has no sympathy for being’s fine tuned symmetry. 

Doing pauses for reflection; being reflects on pausing.

Doing involves eschewing what‘s nothing. 

Youth is some doing, old is some ruing.

Life begins with doing; in the middle is a lot of justifying; in the end comes the hushing.

Doing requires explaining; being requires merely claiming.  

To be is dreaming; to act, redeeming. 

Doing brings change; being, the same. 

Full? Bull!

Complete is always replete  — with tiny holes. 

Fractional fuels every full. 

Gorged — it’s the downside of bounteous. 

Sated is overrated. 

Full is a feeling; hunger is a force. 

As long as one person is empty none of us are full. 

Full is the quasi-contemporary temporary. 

Full is a feeling; partial is a reality. 

Satisfied is hope ratified. 

When expectations are fulfilled, hearts register full.

Resent; be bent. 

Be contentful or be resentful. 

Functionally, resentment is multiplication; operationally, it is division.

Resentments sound like thunder; retaliations unleash like lightning.

Resentments sequester — then fester.

One slight is just irritating; a series, that’s enraging. 

Excuses feed resentments; denials engorge them. 

Resentments are like math; they are binary operations. 

Personal success is an antidote for personal resentment.

Resent the decision, but don’t limit your options.

Zero — it’s a Nero. 

Nothing is always something. 

Hierarchy’s m.o. is a quid pro zero. 

Filch zilch. 

Lip is zip.

A lifer’s a cipher. 

Chill nil with your will. 

Anyoneless is everythingness. 

Zeros are heroes, check cash flows, buy chateaus.  

To be great is to be grateful.

No brag, all thanks, that ranks.

Thanks — it banks.

Breathe tudegrati; be fullgrate.

Brokenness builds thankfulness.

Grateful for people; content with things.

Grateful — it’s the vocal ensemble of the wakeful.  

Altitude may lack gratitude. 

Melt all bitter winters of loss with all sweet springs of gratefulness.  

We are only as grateful as we are observant. 

We hatch in shallows; we flounder into depths. 

Shallow calls to shallow. 

You can easily drown in a shallow mind. 

Shallows run fast to falls.

A deep life makes for a shallow grave. 

Sail a shallow sea to a rising continent.

Swim swift-shallow. 

A hot sun withers shallow roots, so conflict sucks the life out of friendship. 

Canyons run deep, plains run shallow, lives run amuck. 

Shallow — it may merely be fallow. 

Calm comes from knowing your stance; satisfaction comes from taking it.

A wise stance is not the same as a wide stance. 

Take a stance; prepare to dance!

A stance is best propped with confidence; it is best topped with skepticism. 

A perspective is a box: a stance is a prison. 

A posture, a gesture; a stance, a feather. 

Your say-so; my volcano. 

Remarks originate in incidences; they morph in memories. 

Take an effective stand; discern when to shut up. 

If you dig yourself into a hole, don’t plant yourself there.

Life serves up sheer disappointments; it tops them off with semi-partial enlightenments. 

Sheer effort, rare; didn’t try  — everywhere!

All out is a shout; conserved, a whispered verve. 

No holds barred bars one hold — compassion. 

Sheer is ever near. 

Sheer fear, our faithful peer. 

Sheer gain — it’s wolfsbane.

Sheer joy, it’s coy. 

Dice toss, possible loss; hedged bet, possible net. 

Madness sheer; gladness — occasionier. 

One’s sheer is another’s cavalier. 

Respect two things: Skin and “No.”

Respect is a boat; it ferries us to each other. 

Respect others; do this by shutting up. 

Respecting — it’s not over-directing. 

Over-respecting ourselves results in under-respecting others. 

Even total respect is no blank check.  

It is by keeping the private, private that we respect the public.

Deep respect lies in the shallows of a good plan. 

Death — it’s the late road to respect.

We tend to respect those above us and inspect those beside us.

Listening is the second highest form of respect; doing what we are told is the first. 

What we agree too we don’t always agree with. 

To listen is to leave ourselves; to agree is to arrive at someone else. 

A good compromise gives up the pie for the slice. 

A marriage is an agreement to disagree agreeably — mostly. 

Agree in discussions; avoid verbal concussions. 

To completely agree is to leave something out.

Stubbornness digs in; agreement shovels the way out. 

Experience teaches us that we can like those we disagree with; maturity teaches us that we can love those who are wrong. 

Old agreements are strong bridges to good futures. 

Assiduously avoid suicide; don’t be more agreeable than you actually are. 

How good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell together in disagreement. 

Relief is a plan — in hand. 

We praise big dreams; we long for relief from them. 

We are desperate for respite.

Grief is relief, relief grief. 

Ease is no breeze. 

Relief to be old, but not to be told. 

Simplify; revivify. 

To relieve, cease.

Abate; ameliorate. 

To your gluteus maximus, listen; amygdala, eavesdrop; cerebrum —  all ears.  

Bitter is better on wry.  

Wry helps with coping — after overdosing.

Straight needs bait; wry needs a tuna. 

Straight whacks; wry cracks.

Roll with droll; fly with wry. 

Aslants trump rants. 

Clip the quip; flip and rip. 

Pity, pity, never witty. 

The mocking bird gets the squirm. 

Timing is guessing — using data.

Time the market; ride the rocket. 

To time your investments — employ luck.

Timing requires some grinding. 

Markets swoon; timing wounds. 

Time flies when you’re gaining funds. 

Traffic in arrogance; blunder into good timing. 

Our bad timing is always on someone else’s watch. 

Bad timing, but good times.

Bad timing has a silver lining; it generates humility. 

Timing is nothing; accepting is everything.

Like prefers like. 

The look we like the look we heist. 

There’s no accounting for likes — and gripes. 

We long for simple while constructing complicated.

Fickled fashion bosses function.

Liked and hated are both overrated. 

Like what you get; love what you lick.

Liking subjective; loving affective.

Our parents mastermind our likes; they unwittingly create our hates.

Preferences are solipsistic; adorations verge on mystic.

The ultimate knows little intimate. 

The ideal makes us kneel; the everyday lifts us back on our feet. 

Adversity is the hard paddle to completeness. 

Glory in the highest lowest. 

To find the heel, peel off the ideal. 

A supreme regime is a maniac’s dream. 

Highest, lowest, bias, bogus.  

Nonpareil — all is well. 

We praise the superlative and betray the perturbative. 

What’s noble is cardinal — or farcical. 

Maturity is realizing that the world’s paramount concern is not you. 

Good looks crook our necks, but smiles wreck us. 

To cook and hook, just book the look. 

We trip on looks and stumble into marriage. 

A noble mein, a painted scene.

It takes a crook to get the look.

The surface rules the street, but depth rules the heart.

Consult the book to get the look. 

Looks may deceive, but under examination they confess. 

Look twice; it took the knife. 

Demeanor is a picture window; bearing is the wall it’s mounted in. 

Wins are wings.

Hope is a wing, action a jet turbine. 

A plan is a wing, execution an engine.

Through an empty mind blows a wind; a single thought provides a wing. 

Spring the ring; plan the wing ding. 

Tip a wing; try a wind.

Winds of change, a future strange.

To wing it is to undervalue it. 

A goal is a wing that flies to the end. 

Right wing, left wing, win-win, vertical fin. 

A lie is a false wing; deceit is a bomb within. 

A friend is a wing; two are an airplane. 

Tough toughens; rough roughens. 

Backbreaking — it’s goodmaking. 

Hard times make good memories. 

Hard is just a perspective — except when it’s a crushing reality. 

Harder is a function of nearer. 

Irreversible decline —  yet moments still fine. 

Don’t play your hard-card; all the other players at the table have one too. 

Hard has always starred; easy has always been the shocked audience. 

Work at playing hard to get; play at being work to forget. 

Laborious — it’s no more virtuous than hilarious. 

Solve your own problems; it’s less taxing, than to keep asking. 

Cumulative yuck, exponential muck, a string of bad luck — form a ruck! 

We won’t too much with “Don’t!” 

Love your chaos as yourself. 

Control yourself; free your neighbor. 

Take control — run, hide, eat!

Three things are hard; spiders’ silk, diamonds and self-control.

Do hard things: Hug your mind; kiss your heart; bridle your mouth.

Expect nothing; do nothing; get nothing.

We control one thing only to be taken by another.

We make plans; they make us.

Sellers beware; it’s a buyer’s affair. 

Aristocracy, mobocracy stem from the soul’s cacophony.

The little bit of control we might have over others comes from controlling ourselves. 

What we can’t control we can cover in kindness.