It Seems Not To Have

Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.

The Virtue Of The Camera Is Not The Power It Has To Transform The Photographer Into An Artist, But The Impulse It Gives Him To Keep On Looking.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

People Everywhere Enjoy Believing Things That They Know Are Not True. It Spares Them The Ordeal Of Thinking For Themselves And Taking Responsibility For What They Know.

In Every Age 'the Good Old Days' Were A Myth. No One Ever Thought They Were Good At The Time. For Every Age Has Consisted Of Crises That Seemed Intolerable To The People Who Lived Through Them.