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.
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.
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?
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.
Curvy and nervy turn men topsy turvy.
Arms and legs are war’s dark dregs.
Simple and pure confer di rigueur.
Watch then wait; switch then bait.
Love is dribs, then some drabs, a call for dibs, a plea for dabs.
To avoid crashes and fears, don’t use smoke and mirrors.
Heaven and hell terrorize the unwell.
Minds are open, minds are shut; love is “Not quite,” and “Yes, but!”
Time dilly-dallies down diurnal halls, then rushes willy-nilly out sidereal doors.
Nick and pick; remit, acquit.
One thing is certain — change.
Change is the great exchange, familiar past for future strange.
The mind packs a range for change, beyond that lies adamantine.
Urgency accelerates; excitement floors it.
Change is strange until our thoughts we rearrange.
Keep your change in a jar; but your transformation — spend that.
Put your change in your pockets; permanences — display in plain sight.
Change-agents need patience.
Interpretation is the blunt edge of resistance to the cutting edge of change.
To change is sane; stuck is mental muck.
Move often, toward freedom.
To make the best technology, a borrower and a lender be.
Fan the fire forging the finest edge.
Invent the cutting-edge; waiting wallet wedge.
High-tech’s cutting edge is followed by a trailing lawsuit.
Ever the cutting-edge; ever tradition’s hammer-sledge.
A cutting-edge, a split-up world.
The cutting-edge is a wedge; the rich run pitch, the poor crave more.
The latest is not the greatest — tomorrow.
Change is a cutting edge; wear eye protection.
The edge that thrills also kills.
The cutting-edge that takes a stash soon will end up in the trash.
Our passwords are fig leaves; they cover our modern modesties.
A date is a hack; a marriage is an identity theft.
We arrange our smiles, pad our profiles.
Let alone takes the power of a throne.
The privilege of privacy savors one society.
Everyone is a privacy we judge by what we do not know.
A face is a moat: a resume is a castle wall.
Protect your soul; hack your mind.
Hone the edge of your alone; zone your own precious unknown.
Convenience does business using the currency of privacy.
The difference between privacy and duplicity is intention.
What does society gain if it privatizes the whole world and loses its collective soul?
Notoriety sells its privacy to buy its own celebrity.
Our deepest privacies are filed under our deepest dishonesties.
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