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.
Oscar Wilde created drolleries and quipperies wherever he went; thankfully he left them with us when he went.
The happiness of every aspiring lover is determined by who they choose not to date.
Awkwardness is the beginning of love, humiliation follows shortly, after that love becomes terrifyingly comfortable.
We should always be laughing; that is the reason we should always be married.
We should always be smitten with someone which is why we should always spend time with small children.
Nothing can make one prefer a life of sin more than the example of the self-righteous.
No woman should forget anything; a good memory in a woman is the beginning of her power.
There is no temptation greater than the temptation to pretend we cannot resist temptation.
Love believes others will change; this is its chief defect.
A moment of honor can make an older woman feel nineteen again; thirty seconds of disrespect can make her feel one hundred.
There is no excess like success.
When good men are very few, then Revery will more than do.
The soul selects its own society — then ducks.
Success is sweetest in suppose, a loyal love, a longer nose.
Charge into the danger zone, a heated brain — zero at the bone.
Tell the truth — add a slant — make a beeline — end tangent.
It’s okay now and again to be seen without our Diadem.
Love is never dead if it be fed — and plainly said.
Measure sadness and surprise with anything but analytic eyes.
Madness makes a kind of sense; sense has a slightly unhinged bent.
We outgrow everything but love.
Some show off, some hide their powers — reclining shyly within flowers.
Emily will more than do if Eloquence be lost and bees be few.
Early to work and late to bed, makes a man stealthy, wealthy and dead.
God helps those who help others help themselves.
A Franklin well-spent is a happy event.
To err is human, to forgive divine, to multiply proverbs, completely sublime.
Dine with a ladle, sup with a shovel, expire in a castle.
Little strokes irritate great oaks.
Necessity strikes bad bargains — and inspires sweet solutions.
Failure has saved many from success.
A full brain makes a dull swain.
Feast on hope; die hopeful.
Well ambled beats all scrambled.
Get a trade or a maid.
Too chaste makes waste.
Too much restraint and we will have no more hilarity at funerals.
Being proud of being prudent is a strain of attitudent.
Lack of restraint will land you in a nunnery, too much and you’ll wake in a bordello.
Corral your impulses in public, loose them in private — mind the difference.
Everything we touch we mar; the wise admire the flowers from afar.
Hold your fork or hold your pork.
Give us liberty, and then we’ll all need to get some rest.
A restriction with good diction is nothing more than predilection.
Restraint hears the complaint; license endures the sound of the horrific crash.
For world peace imprison your tongue, bomb your biases, vaporize your revenge.
We all pre-position ourselves; the question is before what object?
Hop on small prepositions; travel great time and space.
“In” has clout; “out” has the doubt.
Model yourself after prepositions — refuse to go it alone.
As the simplest preposition puzzles the foreigner, so the simplest moral choice puzzles the politician.
Head the phrase, rule the phase.
“Of” rules the self, “from” rules the crowd , “in” rules the universe.
“In” or “out” is rout or pout.
We speed andlang the lingo-path of yesterday.
Spatio-a-temporal is verbio-la-visceral.
The preposition which once was low is known now to control the show.
The French once gave us new prepositions; to thank them we gave them McDonalds.
We each best play the part of speech we are.
Those who close their eyes are prey to those who don’t.
A smart phone is a tether; it can become a noose.
A reputation is fragile; it can be harmed in a flash.
To protect we surveil, yet by protection, we assail.
When a society turns on its whistle blowers, the ensuing silence is a whistle.
Surveilling is neither good nor bad but intention makes it so.
Bug a mug; spy a lie.
Too wary is scary; so is blissfully bleary.
Drones are watching from above, but they aren’t watching out of love.
Surveillance has a defect; it violates privacy to protect.
Surveillance is a mission, until it becomes voyeurism.
Our inalienable rights include life, encryption and the pursuit of privacy.
Self care begins with self-aware.
To recover do nothing — then everything.
To care for your self, love anyone.
For unconditional love, try a brine shrimp.
Steadfastly maintain a paralyzing self-pity; otherwise you might fall into thinking you must do something for things to improve.
Your psyche is a green sprout; your own advice is spring rain.
The empty soul finds a salve, ignoring what it doesn’t have.
Self-discoveries, self-discoveries line the slopes of our recoveries.
Thank your enemies; they teach you to take care of yourself.
Plug your drain with your brain.
It is our great foolishness to try to change the world and leave ourselves the same.
When the world gives you the cold shoulder drape yourself with the warmth of your own affection.
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.
The best show biz of life is “is!”
“Is” is fast when life’s a blast.
Time rips; “is” slips.
“Is” is fizz.
We live in is and die of was.
Was is!
Was is — until we decide it isn’t.
Determine “will be;” annihilate “is.”
“Was” and “will-be” are mostly scree, but “am” and “is” are more trusty.
We scheme, parade and dominate, to earn the world’s salute, but “was” and “is” and “will be so” will one day make us moot.
We stop to start to hope to see.
The telescope gave our eyes hope; the microscope made them well.
Wise eyes will not despise weak cries.
Eyes sniff; ears taste; skin gazes and still the heart is empty.
Our deepest “Why’s?” slip out the back doors of our aging eyes.
Eyes have lied, lips have ripped, the tongue has stung and yet the heart still hopes.
To go totally blind, open your eyes; to heal, close them.
Seeing is believing; not seeing is believing squared.
The eyes blink; the heart grows steady.
Let truth begin within.
The future is uncertain; the next move not.
Next exists in now.
When you’re perplexed, pursue what’s next.
Don’t wait for next: figure it out, run it down, devour it.
For wisest, wisely wise respect, love is the thing that’s ever next.
Inertia’s hex is stopped by next.
One thousand nexts lie in the smallest step.
Next leads to rest then to the best.
The next great accomplishment begins with the next hard question.
The world’s next brilliant, helpful find exist within the collaborative mind.
Love your next as yourself.
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