I Believe Man Suffers From

He Became Absorbed Beyond Mere Happiness As He Felt Himself Exercising Control Over Living Things. He Talked To Them, Urging Them, Ordering Them. Driven Back By The Tide, His Footprints Became Bays In Which They Were Trapped And Gave Him The Illusion Of Mastery.

There Is, They Say, No Fool Like An Old Fool.

You'll Get Back To Where You Came From.

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

I'm Not A Critic So Much Of My Own Writing. People Must Make Up Their Own Minds Over That.