I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.

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

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.

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

Good neighbors always spy on you to make sure you are doing well.