Sunday Squibs

The book store says I can do anything. The hardware store proves I cannot.

Do you think six billion is too many? On the bright side, even your silliest question has been answered on the web by a fellow passenger.

We seek comfort, but the ability to tolerate discomfort will serve us better in the end.

It's our job to listen to what's closest to a friend's heart, even a long tale of a septic system that won't go, with causes and remedies.

For the night worker trying to sleep, the sun's an intrusive boor.

Ahead of his time? Or unable or unwilling to read his time. He takes the dark and dangerous path, all profits being left to his heirs.

None is so deaf as he who won't shut up.

We try to hide our faults, but our friends see them all, plus a few we weren't aware of.

Compare everything not to Hitler, but to the Roman Empire, which has more lessons for us than all the present day führers.

Two ergos and a shrug: we don't know all the laws of the universe, ergo: we break those laws, ergo: things at times go very wrong.

We see Shakespeare's plays as perfect, but if he came back, he'd revise like crazy. Much as we'd like to meet him, it's best he stays away.

Seventy is the boundary. Stop reading self-help books and start writing them.

We revere the badass, though he often finds an early grave. Unless he finds a stand-in for his stunts.

                  
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