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Bon Mots, Challenges, Epigrams, Evolution of ideas, Idea generators, Idle thoughts, Maxims, Proverbs, Saying
We have not yet come to the end of this particular quest of words, but we are on the path.
- Our lives have many unrepairable faults, and we must love them or leave life.
- A wise man is prepared for snakes in the grass and in the trees too.
- There is no adding to fundamentals except in geometry and other things.
- We are a myriad of selves as is seen in our behavior with various old friends.
- You walk the path you choose to Heaven or Hell.
- The beautiful sky you see is the most beautiful you will ever see.
- The time will come when you revere the time you have left.
- You are as likely to see a pig fly over the Moon as a cow.
- Some things are as likely as a cat crowing over a new-laid egg.
- To swallow a big pill requires some buttering.
- An idea understood has been properly presented.
- That news was news in yesterday’s newspaper.
- Butter which is past its prime can still make good cheese.
- Many things grow in my garden that I didn’t sow.
- Things barely grasped easily slip away.
- Thinking men are dangerous because they create unpredictable things.
- You live in your house but who will be living there next year?
- You do have a tiny control over many infinitely powerful things, like gravity.
- All living things, people included, are approximately equal, adapted by DNA.
- Although a fox is thoughtful and quick, his dinner often flies away.
- Some men are like bells; they came into this world to be hung.
- All clocks are set to London time.
- They fit together like cloves and oranges.
- We work together, me, my thumb and fingers.
- We fit together like my hands and my old gloves.
- We are fortunate who have health and healthy friends.
- In my old age I will spread my butter thicker.
- My grandma insisted that I cover myself when in the sun.
- They were equally bad, so the Devil married them in sin.
- The glowing heavens look black because they are receding so fast.
COMMENTS: I am exploring and numbering random thoughts with the intent of generating new thoughts by trying to blend them into a more basic thought. This last one above would be Maxims #22: 30.