#1 "People will congregate and talk in the most congested passageway."
i.e. Church doors, bottom of escalators, theater isles.
#2 "The hardness of the butter is inversely proportional to the hardness of the roll"
"The softer the roll, the harder the butter."
Thought's I've Lived By
The Boy Scout's Oath, Law & Motto
It's easier to apologize than ask permission.
When called on the carpet, respond: "It was my best professional judgment at the moment."
If you want it done right, do it yourself.
If your going to do something more than once,
make it a permanent professional installation.
"Your chickens will come home to roost." - Father Schaeffer
"If the screw won't stay in the hole, stuff it with a Brillo pad." - Grandmother Cochran
I once read that "You should go everywhere when you are young just to see what's there.
Then go to the same places in middle age when you can understand what you are seeing.
And go again in your old age when you can appreciate those places."
I'd Pick More Daisies or If I had My Life to Live Over or Spring Procrastination
If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I know of very few things that I would take seriously.
I would be crazier.
I would be less inhibited. I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would burn more gasoline.
I would eat more ice cream and less spinach.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, and if I had to do it over again,
I'd have more hours to myself. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had it to do over again, I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
I wouldn't make such good grades excet by accident.
I would have more dogs.
I'd have more sweethearts and drink more beer.
I would go to more dances and ride on more merry-go-rounds.
I'd would pick more daisies.
If you hold your nose to the grindstone rough, and hold it down there long enough,
you'll soon forget there are such things as brooks that babble and a bird that sings.
These three things will your world compose: Just you, and a stone, and your darned old nose!
Given to me in college by A. L. Bain
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