I Tend To Close My Eyes When

There Was A Sergeant At A Desk. I Knew He Was A Sergeant Because I Recognized The Marks On His Uniform, And I Knew It Was A Desk Because It's Always A Desk. There's Always Someone At A Desk, Except When It's A Table That Functions As A Desk. You Sit Behind A Desk, And Everyone Knows You're Supposed To Be There, And That You're Doing Something That Involves Your Brain. It's An Odd, Special Kind Of Importance. I Think Everyone Should Get A Desk; You Can Sit Behind It When You Feel Like You Don't Matter.

Most People Seem To Take Pleasure In Feeling Superior To Someone. I'm Not Like That, Which Pleases Me Because It Makes Me Feel Superior.

Don't Explain Why It Works; Explain How You Use It.

I Guess There's Just A Time For Doing Dumb Things.

I’ve Heard It Said: ‘by His Home You Shall Know Him’; And We All Know That We Must Pay Attention To Anyone Who Reverses The Subject And Auxiliary Verb In His Sentence.