Maybe The Poets Are Right.

Those Who Can't Do, Teach. And Those Who Can't Teach, Teach Gym.

Then Job Fell To His Knees And Cried To The Lord, "thine Is The Kingdom And The Power And Glory. Thou Hast A Good Job. Don't Blow It."

I'm So Excited-i Think Today I'm Going To Brush All My Teeth.

Because It's Much More Pleasant To Be Obsessed Over How The Hero Gets Out Of His Predicament Than It Is Over How I Get Out Of Mine.

If Man Were Immortal, Do You Realize What His Meat Bills Would Be?