Talent Imitates, But Genius Steals.

My Name Is Only An Anagram Of Toilets.

There Are Flood And Drought Over The Eyes And In The Mouth, Dead Water And Dead Sand Contending For The Upper Hand. The Parched Eviscerate Soil Gapes At The Vanity Of Toil, Laughs Without Mirth. This Is The Death Of The Earth.

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

People Are Only Influenced In The Direction In Which They Want To Go, And Influence Consists Largely In Making Them Conscious Of Their Wishes To Proceed In That Direction.

Sometimes Things Become Possible If We Want Them Bad Enough.