It smashing to be dashing.
It’s debonair to float on air; inelegant to blink and sink.
Shop the boutique; stock up on what’s chic.
A reputation can rise or fall on the cut of a dress.
Old ones love natty; young ones love ratty.
It’s now in vogue to pose as rogue.
Attire communicates power; it masks weakness.
Styles beguile with a look and a smile.
Swank claims rank.
The rakish run takish, tend fakish, lean flakish.
Fabric rules the world.
Easier stuck than beyond the muck.
As we lunge forward; hindrances fall back.
Movement births improvement.
Life is a staircase; the trick is when to go up, when to go down.
A step up is someday followed by a step down.
Life doesn’t offer smooth plane rides; we lurch and bounce to future skies.
Living things grow, growing things change; changing things live.
If you can’t walk, crawl; if you can’t crawl, roll.
Run, swim, climb, fly — no need to ever ask us “Why?”
Emotions are the superglue that weld us to each other.
Many bonds weave the soul strong.
A long commitment secures a deep bond.
We bind, we bond, we bop along.
We bond unseen with dopamine.
Hatred creates a bond welded to a wrong.
When we stitch across the species boundary, we sew our planet together.
We grasp a hand; we tug a friend along the rope of time.
The spouse that takes the other for granted snaps the marital bond one strand at a time.
To love a baby is to make better world.
The wind blows, the branches sway, the soul chimes.
Kind words are zephyrs; they carry us on gentle breezes to each other
A wind to roam, a wind unknown and a soft, warm wind to carry us home.
Winds carry us to our wishes.
All hearts have trade winds.
A windy one sails a windy way.
The wind is one of the great reminders that powerful forces are often invisible.
Winds cool us and warm us; they gentle us and storm us.
Esteem brevity; avoid wind bags.
Winds excite kite makers, thrill sailors, and exhilarate dreamers.
The doldrums are no fun.
A mix of toilets and guests can become awkward — especially when plungers get involved.
“What?” takes on new and terrifying implications — the third time you must say it.
“Reply all” may precede a great fall.
Sex can be awkward; therein lies one of its chief charms.
We all fall down; at our best we lay there and laugh.
The best cure for awkwardness is laughter.
If you are the hero of your life, misdirect; if you are the goat, lie shamelessly.
You know you’ve arrived — but you won’t be sure where — when you look for your keys and find them in your hair.
Sneezing can be awkward — particularly the part when you are flicking a wad of snot off your neighbor’s shoulder.
Flatulence is funny; until it’s accompanied by what isn’t.
Love your awkwardness as your self.
A cash cow is full of chips.
There is no cold, hard cash; cash is lukewarm, limp and floppy.
We go toe-to-toe for the rhino.
We all know the truth: Love can buy you some really big money.
Eight or nine million dollars is overrated; the real money is in 0’s and 1’s.
Cash may buy a stash or just perhaps a long eyelash.
You can take some cash out, but it won’t bring the love back in.
All it takes to tangle the world are thin, paper rectangles with numbers on their corners.
It takes some dough to get some golden, crunchy crust.
Dough may be a smushy beginning, but it’s the way to a firm ending.
Laugh your morass off; hang onto the rest of your body parts.
Laugh off your embarrassments; upon receiving honors, chuckle.
The first laugh has the last word.
To laugh all the way to the bank, invest all your savings in others.
“It only hurts when you laugh” means it only hurts when you move.
God laughs most; he cries most too.
The angels graph how often we laugh.
Those who chortle and those who laugh receive good will and a fine epitaph.
To win the favor of everyone offer a laugh a minute and a profundity an hour.
Cry — to keep from laughing.
Don’t shoot the messenger; feel free to shoot the message.
All messages contain the messenger.
Warmly receive messengers from above; be rude to those from below.
We are all messengers; our choice is what we deliver.
A message may assuage an age.
When life knocks us over and we go into battle lying down, we carry our message sideways, but we still must deliver it.
When dark messengers arrive at our doors, our job is to turn them away.
Don’t let your message deteriorate; hope depends on it.
Each experience crafts a message; we deliver our response to it.
Send messages to your core; keep them kind.
The body has a message for the mind.
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