The People I Work With Are Like

How About "diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friends"? Nope. It Should Be Switched Around And Pointed Out, Instead, That Your Best Friends Are Diamonds.

If Anger Were Mileage, I'd Be A Very Frequent Flyer, Right Up There In First Class.

While I Do Not Believe The Earth Loaned To Us By Our Ancestors Should Be Plagued By Chemical Horrors And Thereby Corrupted For Future Generations, Neither Do I Believe I Should Have To Face Anything That Has More Eyes Than I Have During Dinner. It Was My Rule When I Was Dating And, Heck, It's Still My Rule Now.

The Search For Truth Can Be Compared To A Cat Chasing Her Tail: Frantic In Her Pursuit, Her Quarry Nevetheless Eludes Her; Despite The Fact That All The World Can See It's Right There, It Remains Just Beyond Her Reach. It Cannot Be Possessed Because, Paradoxically, It Is Already Part Of Her.

If You Know You Can Do It - If You Can Already Chart Every Day In Your Future - Then Why Bother? Choose To Do Something You Have More Trouble Imagining. Take A Chance.