There was a fun game on Twitter a couple of years ago, before the character limit changed from 140 to 280.

How much could you say and how close could you get to the limit?

I kept a few of mine:

It is a fun game to see how close you can come to 0 characters left without actually going over. This will not be a winning entry.

When we run out of spaces for our lofty and exorbitant processions of verbiage, we can always link to a blog or put our words in a graphic.

Twitter forces us to chip away at needless words and simmer the stew of thought down to the most fragrant and nutrient rich essence: truth.

The soul is quieted for sleep, but awakened for what may be next -a great idea, a sweet and profound chord, a moment of truth, inspiration.

What I have to say is hard to say in 140 characters, but if that is all I have, I should make what little I can say as truthful as possible.

Words matter.
Ideas matter more.
It's always nice when they connect.
Better still, when truth grounds them
And they are allowed to soar.

Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness- ideas that can't be contained within a race, class, or even nation – dynamic stumbling blocks of truth.

Our founders had flawed motives, but latched onto an idea that was bigger than them, had a life of its own, and must be fleshed out by us.