In his younger days, one man felt that everything in his life had to be “just right”  –  everything in its place; all his responsibilities seen to; everything laid out for tomorrow, you know: everything just right;
then as his understanding ripened and he grew older, the only thing he paid attention to in this regard was whether everything in his life seemed satisfied being what it is.

A personal calamity has temporarily left one man homeless  –
for which he is immensely grateful.
   (“I'm guessing you're not talking about hurricanes and houses here.”)

When they run out of steam, institutions, men and ideas will start to engage in
unending self-reference.
Important city machinery must be kept running, using whatever fuel is available.

Looking grandfatherly, standing in the hallway, striking twelve, a chap notes:
“The clock of ordinary thinking will not run at the proper speed without the counterweight of seriousness.”

The Vegetable Lobby has registered an official complaint over our frequent use,
(in a derogatory sense) of the term term, “pea brain.”
   (Duly noted.)

Everyone’s ordinary thinking is a relative who lives with them  --  forever.
   (And a nice ole lady asks: “Could I have a parakeet instead?”)

Definition.
City Life: The predictable.
(Footnote: Seriousness simply adores the predictable.
   “Is that why it so little associates with the neural-insurgent?”)

Minds that will accept fifty cents will later take a dime.

Fact: Everyone wants to remain where they were born.
(P.S. Especially, internally.)

An ordinary man without a friend is dead; a revolutionist without the spark, dead twice.

And a giggling, stumbling city-ite chuckles:
“The great fun of being dizzy and disoriented is that you never know who you might throw up on next.”

Talking as though some things in man’s unique life are more serious than other things helps people ignore the fact that none of the things have any substantial significance.

Men who say: “In a way, I envy those with simple minds,”
are always those of profound pretend-intelligence.
   (It’s why farts like to see skunks approaching.)

Notes an outstanding man-of-the-city:
“Half the fun of screwing up is talking about it.”

One man treated every little hangnail he got as though it were the end of the world  --
then when the end of the world did come, he ran into the street screaming:
“Oh my god!  --  it's a hang nail!”

Definitions Definitely Not For Public Distribution.
Neurons: If they could individually speak (and they were allowed to tell the truth):
The world’s greatest kidders.

Anything you can say about Life & man will always be at least half incorrect.
(Technical Note: The keywords in this statement are all fifteen of them.)

As he lay on the grass in city park, a man reflected:
“On some days my thoughts are like soaring eagles, taking me on marvelous journeys, exposing me to spectacular sights, while on others, they're like an enemy flight squadron, circling over me on a bombing mission.”
While there may be no life or water on Mars, the present barren canals in a man’s
limbic system are sufficient to accommodate a fresh new flow of feelings
brewed up in the lab of independently controlled consciousness.
   (Says the neural gunfighter: “Okay pardner, my present mind ain't big enough of both of us.”)

One afternoon, a man who had spent some years trying to get his consciousness
off the automatic mode, was suddenly struck with this:
“What I am by nature, and what I picture an awakened person to be,
have almost nothing in common........which could well be its main attraction for me.”

“Aren't Humans Precious!?”
Muses one guy: “Even though everyone realizes that most individual men are dunces, people will still believe that when they gather in groups to form man’s various institutions, they then somehow become collectively wise.”

One man has posted this notice: “A portion of my regular thinking’s profits
will be donated to the less mentally fortunate.”
   (“Assuming I ever find any.”)

                              A father said to a son:
                                 “Just as the really hip don’t have to act like they're hip,
                                   the truly awake feel no need to appear to be.”
                                         “But doesn’t that make it difficult to tell who is  awake?”
                                 “Only for the sleeping.”