I was born in the summer of my 47th year coming home to a place my mazel’d ever been before
Your eyes are your tools For processing light But don’t trust the process– Trust the light
We fear that the long game Is a long, lost game Because we find ourselves lost Forgetting how, on the surface of… We can plow forward in trust
Our faith will be tested And this test isn’t pass/fail; It’s life and death– Life is our test, Death is our grade,
A charmed half-life is the time taken to lower your expectations to half their original value
Goodbye is not always goodbye In fact, it never is For while I may never see you aga… I’ll never unsee you
Everyone has a shoe size and a city size– I wear an 11 and a half and a 600,000
The lower classes are those people who are not allowed to compete To feel good about perpetuating th…
As the public version of one’s pri… social media is the recurring drea… of showing up at work without any… come true
I was caught between a rock and a hard place unable to decide on a way out Instead, you decided on me
Because I never learned anything… I learned the hard way that it’s the only way to learn anything at all
Thanks to his bifocals Ben Franklin could see that while we might look like bald… up close we’re clearly turkeys
I changed My mind By following My heart
Not one of us Has all the answers But we all Have all the answers Because there is only
Never get greedy Always cut your losses And remember that it’s better to be lucky than good and it’s bad luck to be so good th…
