It’s good to avoid evil, but we should not automatically dump everyone we happen not to like into that sulphuric bin.
We’re so busy inflating our own portfolio, we don’t notice our betrothed is doing the same.
For the retiree, hump day has been flattened into the never ending weekend.
Don't brag about your skills. People will be constantly asking for help with things they could do just as well themselves. From the meek and humble no one expects much.
Which is better? Too much time or too much money? You can spend time to make money but money can’t buy you time.
People pity the shy and the bashful for all the fun they’re missing. But the shy are like the deer, inhabiting an austere secret world the boisterous cannot know.
I give ten percent of my income to the poor and ninety percent to the rich.
Without the promise of coffee there are many who would stay in bed all day.
The world is full of messes. Some are benign, such as the constant construction around hospitals.
If you’re able to come up with two or three facts about the historical figures everyone has heard of, people will call you a genius. And pay for your coffee. But not your beer.
Sleep is a kind of dementia with this difference: we can’t recall the earliest, the youngest dreams of the night but only those closest to our awakening.
A person gets rids of all his bad habits only to make smugness his new poison.
Wealth can build a road across the swamp or it can be content with simply owning the swamp.
By taking care of number one and number two at the same time, even the slothful can be multitaskers.
Not content with loving a girl
The poet insists on describing each curl
In exchange for wearing a hair shirt composed of his neighbor’s foibles, the saint is granted an occasional view of God’s back.
The honey do list is an acknowledgment that men are poor multitaskers.
We screw up in life about as often as we screw up in typing. A back space key is more needful than a forward delete.
Though both feelings are off the mark, it’s better to live life feeling it’s too early rather than feeling it’s too late.
We wash up on this shore like a message in a bottle, to be read by whoever finds us, while we read the message in them.
Long in tooth and hair
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And this passel of squibs in today's post certainly have been around the block, over the fence, and like the itsy-bitsy spider, down the spout.
Idea for you: create a post wherein every squib contains cliché. Or maybe a Squib cliche feature? My brain is a sponge today, and can't help itself from squeezing ideas out on your pen and paper!
A squib is a cliché living rough.
DeleteThe old saying, “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” is true of your own storied portrait as who would ever imagine that behind your mild-mannered exterior was stored this bubbling cerebral cauldron spurting forth these wondrous ideas and expressions whose forced containment therein surely threatened an embolism of great magnitude until the development of “The Blogings of Chairman Joe” and “Wannaskan Almanac.”
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