Paucity — it’s a monstrosity.
Not enough is rough.
Scarcity is the reality that becomes a verity.
Gratefulness banishes scarcity.
Immorality is simply surfeiting on the same planet as the starving.
Paucity follows every atrocity.
There is no shame in not enough; there is in too much.
We dabble in the grandiose when we fail at the grand.
Paucity — it’s not virtuosity.
Little acts big.
Lack is crack.
Foreign ideas exist within the familiar recesses of every sentient mind.
I am the human race; nothing is foreign to me.
I see in me both thee and we.
To the curious, nothing remains foreign.
Foreign is not a choice; its a place.
Geography divides; biology unites.
Foreign confuses familiar uses.
Foreign is simply what I haven’t yet experienced.
Foreign is born — then worn.
Foreign is now domestic, and domestic foreign.
Equality is the best policy.
People are policy.
The policy is in the details.
Every policy prophesizes its own violation.
The deepest intentions of our hearts surface in the shallow waters of our public polices.
Foreign policy is domestic polity.
Policy — it saves us from entropy.
Policy’s pathology originates in the eye and spreads to the mouth.
One person’s policy is another person’s cobwebbery.
A very selective honesty combined with an artful subtly is a
the best policy.
Theology has no policy but love.
Extreme gets mean.
Solutions lurk toward the middle.
Extreme is a scene.
In extremity exists our enmity.
An extreme problem may require an extreme solution.
Extreme politics pack the ear and poke the eye.
Our extremes limit our means.
Extreme problems love moderate solutions.
Limit your extremes to your supreme dreams.
The way out of extreme circumstances is quickly.
The most — it’s a temporary boast.
Two sides, double wise.
To hate balance is to prefer violence.
No penance is needed for balance.
Wisdom teeters, then it totters.
Surveillance is needed for balance.
Balance, using repentance.
Grace insures law.
Hug one thing; kiss its opposite.
Hone sentience, using silence.
Wise — it’s both sides.
Make friends when you can, but absolutely insist on securing some enemies.
With has pith.
The good is with, the best amidst.
Side-by-side is a good ride.
Loneliness makes us sick; withliness fixes it.
Alone is keenly known by whiff of with.
Banish with and banish all the world.
Withify, signifify.
Add with; multiply amidst.
Row, row, row your skiff, gently down the with.
With is God and God is with.
Purpose crafts a thousand circuits.
Purpose has perks; aimlessness mucks about in murk.
On purpose is a blast furnace.
To purpose is to be responsible.
All aspire to what few acquire.
Purpose stomps over the top of neglect’s chest.
To have no purpose is a personal disservice.
Endeavor forever — occasionally.
If you aim low shoot high.
Resolute litters the earth with bodies.
To make a good start, intend a good end.
The genial Ben Genius was known for his great keenliness.
Been too frank, then rethink.
A Franklin per day keeps the creditors at bay.
Frankness is next to godliness.
A plethora of pains offer no gains.
A national uncle — not kite and key — is history’s gift to you and me.
To counterfeit is death; authenticity is life and breath.
To avoid the penitentiary, lean toward the evidentiary.
Early to rise and late to bed, makes a man stealthy, wealthy and dead.
Love your friends for they overlook your faults.
Go slow quickly.
Your insults expose your faults.
Political results thrive on insults.
An insult is no substitute for an apology.
Insulting someone else’s solutions is no substitute for having your own.
Molt or bolt, forego insult.
Savvy adults consult; fools insult.
Insecurity breeds insults.
Those who master the art of insults will be mastered by it.
Insults prevent consults.
The compliment flies high over the head of the insult.
Star from afar; up close, serve caviar.
Achieve — then run for your life.
Achievelessness disses the best.
Achieve, glow; reflect, row.
The flatterer loves the ear; the achiever loves the mirror.
Charm, but do no harm.
Achieve not by onslaught.
Achievers fish for believers.
To simply pursue your passion is to achieve something.
What confers the crown cracks the head.
Worth lies in birth — and mirth.
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