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Abstract-Art-34-HD-Images-WallpapersIt’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the wad of cash you put in the fight manager’s pocket so that he “accidentally” crushes an Ambien into the other dog’s morning chow.

Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight. The nuclear fallout will create cool mutations in your sheep.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. But only if a small group of rich people agree with them.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Other than natural disasters, war, famine, plague, asteroid impacts, rinderpest, gamma ray bursts, economic externalizations, Black Swan events, the hand of God, large groups of thoughtful committed people, small groups of thoughtless committed people, small groups of thoughtful uncommitted people, and alligators in the sewers, they’re the only thing that ever has.

Measure twice, cut once, cut once more, read instructions, curse, fling random tool on the garage floor, curse again as it is the exact next tool you needed, give up.

Good things come in small packages, which are then broken by mailmen trying to jam it into your mailbox instead of ringing at your door.

You’ll breed more flies with honey than with vinegar.

You miss all the shots you don’t take. The same cannot be said for the man on the grassy knoll.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Just so long as you never return from that absence.

Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. You’re now a mile away from him, and you have his shoes.

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Then Rupert Murdoch looks up and says “is the photo op over? No, seriously, can I go now? Babies are gross.”