People Don't Choose Their Careers; They Are

The Chilly December Day! Two Shivering Bicycle Mechanics From Dayton, Ohio First Felt Their Homemade Contraption Whittled Out Of Hickory Sticks, Gummed Together With Arnstein's Bicycle Cement, Stretched With Muslin They'd Sewn On Their Sister's Sewing Machine In Their Own Backyard On Hawthorn Street In Dayton, Ohio, Soar Into The Air Above The Dunes And The Wide Beach At Kitty Hawk.

Great Works Of The Imagination Are Not Produced Quickly Nor Do They Take Quick Effect On The Popular Mind.

Git An Eyeful Of Cesspool Alley The Land Of Opportunity.

If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose I'd Have Killed Myself Long Ago Just To Make People Talk About Me. I Haven't Even Got The Conviction To Make A Successful Drunkard.

Remember That It's Never A Crime In The Face Of Humanity And Enlightenment To Distribute The Works Of The Great Humanists Among The Merchants And Moneychangers Of This Godforsaken Country... You Better Slip Me The Dough.