Golf Is A Mental Disorder.

They Say That None Of Us Exists, Except In The Imagination Of His Fellows, Other Than As An Intangible, Invisible Mentality.

I Write To Escape ... To Escape Poverty.

In One Respect At Least The Martians Are A Happy People, They Have No Lawyers.

Even Theories Must Have Foundations.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.