A meeting is a collective tacit confession of participants’ unwillingness to work.

The obvious matters are more imperceptible today.

It’s not the obviousness or the complexity of the things that’s deftly deluding mankind. It’s man himself.

As soon as anger knocks at one’s door, wisdom prepares to leave.

Is that the biggest favor your vocal cords have done to anyone this week?

I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.