Play with fire — not volcanoes.
Stationary relationary; the lithosphere is here and there.
Even the volcanologist bows to Vulcan.
Dance in the caldera; surf on the pyroclastic flow.
Make a home in fire; farm a volcano.
What destroys saves.
Love is volcanic, the heart seismonic.
Wise men visit mountains; fools camp on volcanoes.
The volcanologist speaks; no one listens.
Jealousy is composed of magma, envy of volatiles.
Two things are molten: the earth, its angry paragons.
Breathe ash, eat fire, drink lava.
What’s yet — upset.
Upset sets up down falls.
We are easily upset; it is difficult to calm us.
Change upsets, then it becalms.
Excited and upset place the same weak bet.
Upset is the thief of time, slick trick and pick, crack chrono-crime.
Success upsets us, but disaster completely upends our psyches.
Equilibrium’s meridian passes through our delirium.
Upset, downplay, keep the lawyers at bay.
Free is glee.
Options are gentle; one-way is judgmental.
Free is me not bound by thee.
Freedom begins with a deep respect — for ourselves.
Freedom lies within the garden wall.
The obedient child is the free adult.
Love yourself; free me.
Free spirits don’t want to hear it.
The self-appointed critic frees no prisoners.
Allow choices; free the children.
The best defense is a good pretense.
Pretense and you and me is nepenthe.
A sham will wham and bam and slam.
Don’t pretend; there is an end.
In the end you won’t pretend.
To feign unity is to crush community.
Friends don’t pretend — too much.
Affect nothing; imperfect everything.
“Once upon a time” opens upon sublime.
Good pretenses make good neighbors.
The Age is the stage.
The evil gallop harder than the good to their own deaths.
One becomes a pillar; another bites it.
The fool scrubs the night and carries the day out in a basket.
Truth in a village, error in a pillage.
The Tower of Babel and Brueghel played scrabble.
The house on fire warms the neighbors.
Great paintings devour great artists.
When the painter plays the pedagogue, the students enter the artist’s fog.
Details rule the world; particulars govern the universe.
Turvy-topsy, burly-hurly, down-so-upy, Bruegel whirly.
There is a world of paint brushes; there is one Pieter Bruegel..
Modern Thought Proverbs, Aphorisms and Epigrams 