Toes count; they carry around brains.

There are no perfect bodies, only perfectly gentle responses them.

In Florence David has cracked; everywhere else, good men haven’t.

The Venus de Milo’s perfect stone is not even a close second to every real woman’s imperfect flesh.

Girls who are happy with their genes rule girls airbrushed for our screens.

Fuel, protect and mate select.

We eat our snacks at 9 and 3, the nurturer must nutured be.

My body is the most important boundary I must ask the world to honor.

My skin; my call.

It takes a harbor of kindness to repair a shipwreck of neglect.

Your body; your universe; your adventure.

The hatred of the body is the rejection of God.

The body begs for mercy; the treadmill has no ears.

Don’t sit and cry; move or die.

To worship the body is to dance with a May fly.

The best legacy you can leave your children is forgiveness.

Family covers a multitude of insanity.

Nothing competes like siblings.

Some things clearly heard are best completely forgotten.

Accept yourself; accept your parents.

Immaturity cries easily for itself, maturity for others.

Warm, we underrate, check the heat before you date.

If you want your home to be a refuge, first quiet yourself.

One family secret is one member’s open wound.

A family dysfunction comes to an end with a choice.

The trick is to grow out of the rules and into the values.

Little is big  — the first step, the first word, the first apology.

The first scratch comes fast.

Every loved life flowers anew.

The latest style, the eyes beguile.

With every new baby the world has one more chance.

New dies young; old lives on.

The best decorations for new worlds are old charms.

God gave us sleep to make possible fresh starts.

New duds resurrect old studs.

What can’t be remade can be reborn.

A passion renewed makes a man stealthy, wealthy and shrewd.

Everything we touch we mar; the wise admire the flowers from afar.

Knock out the opportunity that knocks.

A class a day sends a doctorate your way.

There is no gender in member.

Opportunity knocks; perspicuity answers.

After the old have abandoned their egos, the young may abandon their obscurities.

As the flower blooms amid toxic waste, so opportunity springs from disaster.

Every new room is entered through a door someone once slammed shut.

Opportunity is immunity against mutiny.

No opportunity, zero community.

When we refuse women leadership, we limit by half what the world may accomplish.

What we can’t imagine we can’t do.

The world’s best leaders are now training the world’s future leaders.

I always make it my rule to search out the deep meaning of life, after breakfast.

Life is a ditch or a steep pitch.

Life is the leap after the long look.

We are all entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of lunch.

It’s a matter of life or meth.

The good life has always been defined by good shelter, plenty of food and an indoor bathroom.

When love and truth kiss, life dances.

If life weren’t so scary, death wouldn’t make us so afraid.

Life is the loaded gun that we each use to shoot death between the eyes on everyday but one.

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Heaven is found in good company; hell in overcooked vegetables.

Heaven has a low door with which to bump proud heads.

Heaven is always a good deal but never on sale.

Heaven will begin with a long, healthy silence; the human voice will be conspicuously absent; then God will talk and we will listen — how unique heaven will be!

If we can’t respect earth, we won’t respect heaven.

Heaven is earth in love.

War is hell; heaven peace.

In Norse mythology, all glory ends in night; in Christianity, the night begins and ends in glory!

One truth in hades is better than two lies in paradise.

To think too much of heaven is to think too little of earth.

Hell exists in the eye of judgment; heaven in the hand of kindness.

A corner in heaven with the rowdy sinners is better than a throne in heaven with the self-righteous saints.

The only sin is to stop applauding.

When you stop gawking stop talking.

From certainty, we fashion the unscalable wall that prevents us from entering wonderland.

Adults ponder; children wonder.

The wise celebrate the dangerous possibilities skulking along the unguarded borders of uncertainty.

Mimesis singles out what symbolism doubles and mysticism triples.

Nothing is either boring or fascinating but thinking makes it so.

All women are wonder women; all good men wonder too.

The earth blushes through its makeup when we collect it.

Earth is God’s astonishing oeuvre.

Under the surface exists the superlative wonderful.

Wonder powers the scientific method.

Wonders favorite word is “Wow!”

Uneaten bananas rot; unempathetic hearts clot.

Blessed are the helpful for they will themselves be helped.

The helpless may yet cure themselves by helping.

At a vision’s core exists a necessary chore.

There is no lower class to uplift, only all of us to love.

Beware bad dogs and hungry do-gooders.

Bite the feed work hands you.

God helps those who help anyone other than themselves.

We begin and end with help.

Don’t cry wolf; advance on the rapacious with a shout.

 

My second favorite activity is complaining; my first is not.

Familiarity is the gift card we receive in every day’s mail.

Gratitude is the best antidepressant, applause the most effective analgesic.

We are fully alive when we can’t keep up before we applaud again.

Gratefulness is the delete key for hatefulness.

In the United States, Thanksgiving is the day we take off so that we can all work.

Wise eyes prize what fools despise.

Appreciation is a floatie for the psyche still learning to swim.

A thank you a day keeps the grouch at bay.

Every success is upsetting; every quite moment a gift.

Everyday I work in my gratitude garden; I weed my appreciatives, feed my approbatories, water my applaudables and cultivate my commendables.

Love untold is fool’s gold.

Souls are geodes; broken, still beautiful.

As soft as gold does love unfold.

Life stratifies; leaders uplift.

Sea snails sit on the peaks of the Himalayas, so the lowly may yet be lifted up.

Pressure forges diamonds; struggle anvils psyches.

The ancient wasp is preserved in amber, the departed in story.

As the ocean turns the hot lava solid, so struggle turns doubt to certainty.

Wise parents throw no stony judgments at the glass houses of their children.

Truth is the basalt of the soul.

Stones can crack our homes; words can rip them to pieces.

False promises are the stone soup of loving relationships.

The wise leave no stony emotion unturned.

Metamorphic rocks are formed by heat and pressure, emotional bonds by honesty and truth.

Every compliment is a face lift.

The thorn in your flesh is from the rose in your bush.

Compliment more; criticisms are winning.

Compliments should be like Xenoceratops —
archived.

Compliments stalk the beautiful; wisdom praises the whole world.

In the inner lining of a compliment lives a stitched seam of expectation.

Guard your heart by giving small regard to insults — and compliments.

A compliment is just a lie, all dressed up in a suit and tie.

The approval that matters most is not your own; it’s your mother’s.

Jealousy sucks up in public what it spits out in private.

Compliment in time, before your decline.

I always compliment the people who feed me.

Be specific, personal and authentic with compliments — and brief.

The wise praise their mates; fools laud their fantasies.

The smoothest, most affirming people I know are the most profoundly dangerous people —  I know.

Those addicted to pleasing others are unable to please themselves.

Off to college and off to class gives a girl health, wealth and sass.

What you don’t know can’t protect you.

School or drool.

A cognitive boot can teach an old coot a new hoot.

The value of modern education is that it affords the opportunity to master the fine art of procrastination.

Research papers were invented to punish teachers.

Exams test for knowledge; life tests for wisdom.

Schools train the mind; relationships train the heart.

Snobbery is just rudeness with a college education.

Personality is the tuxedo of the soul.

A psyche is a hearth, personality is its fire.

Personality is the secret sauce of success.

As a tsunami wave hides in the ocean, so a raging psyche hides in an ingratiating personality.

Personality makes the heart grow fonder; absence is what makes it wander.

With the bow, the arrow fire; the shy, the bold may yet inspire.

Affect is house paint — glossy, velvet and flat.

The wall flower will someday climb the wall.

Personality roots in well-watered friendships.

Play your ace of hearts; it always trumps a king or queen of diamonds.

Personality is proof that God loves variety.

Before nothingness there was a meeting.

You may believe in nothing but shower and dress anyway — we thank you.

Nihilism arrises when someone is so angry at something that they call it nothing.

Those who say they believe in nothing — still eat.

Something-ness per day keeps nothingness at bay.

The sunflower annilhilated nihilism.

The future arrives as nothing replaced by something.

Every claim we cannot prove excludes itself.

The nihilist eats ice cream and asks for more.

It matters that we ask, “What does it matter?”

You may believe in nothing but did you wake today?

Life is a tail, attached to a cat, full of fun, signifying something.

Wise by eyes; fools by rules.

There is one great rule to live by; we just can’t agree on what it is.

Rules require what visions inspire.

Rules are the magic wand by which we zap chaos into order — kind of.

Integrity lies in obeying the rules of sport when the umpire isn’t watching.

The rules that protect the ones we love may also crush them.

The hot bed of rules is irresponsibility.

Those who most pound the rules are usually those who most break them.

Parenting is the magic trick whereby a value is pulled out of a hat of rules.

Fungi thrive on decaying logs; rules sprout in rotten relationships.

First, rule thy self.

Rules don’t protect us from each other; following them does.

Wise judgments need no rules.

Love decimates all rules but itself.

A rule is a vicious assassin; it shoots nuanced thinking in the back of the head through a telescopic sight of over-simplification.

There is no place like home; everywhere else you can expect that people will be civil.

Home is where your pillow is.

Home in time saves the cat o’ nine.

Travel often; adventure home frequently.

Home is home sweet known.

Home is where you can cry and snot on somebody’s sleeve and not buy them a new shirt.

In a good home, no one is the door mat.

Home is where we grow our own.

The fears that thrive at home die abroad.

Go big and go to the hospital; after that you might go home.

A man’s home seems to him to be a castle, because he has never seen a castle.

Stretch marks the spot.

Spare the dad, spoil the child and be nice to the mom too.

To keep playing with toys, keep having children.

When the baby walks, the parents run.

Whining a pathogen, children vectors, parents hosts.

God made children cute to protect them from parents.

Every parent is grateful to whoever wired adolescence for obsolescence.

Parenting is the magic trick that turns rules into values.

Parenting is alchemy — base “no’s” into a precious” yes’s.”

Schools were invented by tired parents.

The ultimate goal of parents is not to nuture their children; it is to get them to move out.

Role reversal is payback.

Great greed creates great need.

To be responsible, start small — a cup of coffee and a must phone call.

When we become a responsible bunch, then hungry children won’t miss their lunch.

It is wondrfully responsible to care for the great terrestrial ball.

Responsibility begins with a cliche and ends with a touché.

Freedom is being responsible for nothing, but every single choice we make.

The difference between a responsible person and a irresponsible one is a difference no one should have to experience.

Take care of others by learning to care of yourself.

In an unjust world, silence is irresponsible.

Procrastination is efficient — eventually.

Responsibility needs a vacation.

Cleaning is symptomatic of an over-wraught optimism.

My second favorite activity is cleaning a sink drain; my first is having a colonoscopy.

Cleaning is like pi — it’s infinite.

Only prairie dogs, moles and children truly understand the comforts found in dirt.

It’s down-in-the-dirt kindness that’s actually next to godliness.

As the stream washes the mountain, so gentleness washes the soul.

Even dirt floors are swept.

Integrity is what stays clean when no one is looking.

Confession is laundry soap, forgivness fabric softener.

Pain is the surfactant of the soul.

When you clean your room, you may feel like you’ve ordered your soul — you haven’t.

Make it your rule to practice your drool.

A mistake packs two pistols — a consequence to blow your knee cap off and a regret to shoot you in the gut.

To error is human; to forgive humane.

A mistake a day keeps arrogance at bay.

It is the same mistake, getting into conflicts with people who insist on winning and getting into driving machines with no doors.

Make not the mistake of making no mistakes.

We ache for the mistake we didn’t make.

Sexual infidelity is no mistake; it is always done on purpose.

Those who say there are no misakes have never been on the wrong end of one.

Peanut butter goes with jelly, mistake with an apology.

Practice visible, egregious, embarrassing mistakes; they raise the public’s self-esteem and promote the education of children.