I Have Not Failed. I've

I Am Quite Correctly Described As 'more Of A Sponge Than An Inventor....'

Ideas Without Execution Are Hallucinations.

I Did Not Fail Two Thousand Times. I Merely Found Two Thousand Ways Not To Make A Lightbulb.

Perhaps Dandruff Is The Excreta Of The Mind — The Quantity Of This Material Being Directly Proportional To The Amount Of Reading One Indulges In. A Book On German Metaphysics Would Thus Easily Ruin A Dress Suit.

I Never Quit Until I Get What I Want.