The sweeper of the street is a leader in his own respect provided he does his job well with all love, diligence and attention than anyone would do when given the same broom sticks.

Cats are like walking brooms you can actually comfortably cuddle with.

The fact that you are true child of God doesn’t mean you will find gold on the floor when sweeping. You got to dig up the gold!

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it.

…that, to repeat what I heard for years and years and suspect you’ve been hearing over and over, yourself, something’s meaning is nothing more or less than its function. Et cetera et cetera et cetera....