For fun I am reading a book on cognitive psychology and it implications (Anderson, 2010).  The book was discussing the differences between semantics and syntax.  The book generated a random series of words I thought was actually quite poetic:

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

I completely agree.  How many green, nascent, ideas still slumber inside our heads waiting for their moment to burst out and be acted upon.  Until I give my ideas color and substance they are colorless abstracts.  The second gem of random creation was:

Sincerity frightened the cat.

I can't help but thinking what happened to the unsuspecting cat the last time the scientist (or toddler) showed a look of sincerity.  I think the cat found itself in a deadly box or some such.