When you die at age seventy you may have by then performed many physical feats and collected numerous nice possessions (which is fine)
but what will you be able to say that you have accomplished mentally? –  in fact –
right this instant –  what can you say you have mentally accomplished today?
While discussing a particular verbose chap, ‘twas said:
“He certainly has a way-with-words,” then someone added:
“That’s nothing, you should see the way words have with him.”

One guy’s private view is that anything which occurs that annoys or surprises him
is a coincidence.
    (He adds that he just comes up with ‘em  –  he doesn’t explain ‘em.)

While singing one or two notes (+ or -) over a 12 bar blues, with sufficient passion
and a good groove can be entertaining it hardly qualifies as a memorable tune.

On mornings when his show was going unusually well, one man will have on as a “special guest” –  his real self!   (Well, as close to it as he can manage to get.)

One man says: “Yes, I once considered writing my autobiography –  but then thought: ‘Jeeze! – I don’t want to whine any more than I do now.’”

The bullfighter greets each morn with the words: “It is a good day to die,”
the neural-revolutionist says: “It’s a good day for a bullfight.”

A tip from one ole timer: “If someone starts off their comment with the words: ‘
As I've always said…’ you can go ahead and turn off your hearing aid.”

Conversation.
“Regardless of threats to your mind and emotions, at all costs protect your clavicle,
and duodenum, funny sounding organs do not like to be fucked with.”
    “In that case, should not your mind and emotions be at the top of the list!?”

You do not have the certain-man’s All-Star, World-Wide, Big-Bang, Anything-Goes sense of humor unless you find just being alive the ultimate in humor.

If you want to help sustain others’ mental anguish, never forget the past --
and to assure your own it is absolutely required.

A father told a son:
“The day may indeed arrive when you will gag on words,
but I assure you it will be a good twenty years after you first thought you were.”

When a man who didn’t appear to be feeling up to par arrived at a party, he was asked: “What will you have?” –  and he replied: “I supposed everyone is expected to really
drink it up?” –  to which the host replied: “Well, you can have a glass of wine or a beer and just sprt of sip on it.”  “‘Sip on it?’” he boomed in response: “Sip on it!?
You do not nibble food  –  you wolf it!  You do not have a woman  –
you ravish her!  You do not take cat naps  – you sleep like a bear! –  and you do not sip a drink  – you throw-it-back, knock-it-down, kill it, guzzle it, but you do not SIP IT!” –  and he was so impressed by what he had just said that he immediately passed out.

As long as a neural-revolutionist says to his self: “I'm helpless” –  he's not.

“Keep your wits” is a pithy, complete wrap  –
Waking-up is the struggle to unstuck your thinking when it’s stuck, and to stabilize it when it’s running out of control; keep your wits -- now there's a useful tip.

Whenever the opportunity presented itself the Mayor of one city would tell the citizens: “If you do ever get your ducks-in-a-row  –  glue their little feet to the floor.”

A man-who-knows-what's-going-on is never at a loss for words,
he is however at a loss for a reason to talk about it.

Neurons Try To Get One On Hormones.
One man wondered: “Can you be so sick that milk of magnesium
makes you throw up?”

One guy says he immediately dislikes anyone whose name he can't readily pronounce, and when someone said that was a pretty flimsy reason for making such a decision,
he agreed, but also pointed out that it is more substantial than most people’s reasons for disliking others, and everyone there who heard this byplay had to admit he was correct (though they were also required to instantly forget their agreement).

Everybody thinks they are something “special” (if only recognized as such by them) except the man who-knows-what's-going-on.

An un credited portion of every person’s mental sense of their self
is a part of a mythology concocted by their mind.

To a bed-ridden man, sitting in a chair is exercise,
and to a dehydrated man, a drop of water is a flood, and a man starved for understanding doesn’t fit into this since he is never aware of his condition.

The best way to handle complains you have with another person
is to imagine that they never think of you.

All popular art is in one way or another expressions of dangers men fear,
and calamities they believe they have suffered.

When a man awakens to what’s really going on he has to re-do Adam's work by re-naming everything intangible  –  re-naming “nothing” that is:
There are things which have no real name: things which speak-for,
and thus name themselves,” (which consists of but one entry.)

One man takes a moving van everywhere he goes.

Said a father to a son:
“If you don’t talk about you, other people won't think you're worth talking about.”
    “How far will they be from correct?”
“Don’t you wish.”