Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?
No fiction is worth reading except for entertainment. If it entertains and is clean, it is good literature, or its kind. If it forms the habit of reading, in people who might not read otherwise, it is the best literature.
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.
Beast?” Jane murmured. “Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.
I understand that you belittle all sentiments of generosity and kindness, but I do not, and I can convince your most doughty warrior that these characteristics are not incompatible with an ability to fight.
Men were indeed more foolish and more cruel than the beasts of the jungle! How fortunate was he who lived in the peace and security of the great forest!
And so he learned to read. From then on his progress was rapid.
Captain Billings,” he drawled finally, “if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass.
For three days he has pursued me,” she said, “through this horrible world. How I have passed through in safety I cannot guess, nor how I have always managed to outdistance him; yet I have done it, until just as you discovered me.
Day had now given away to night and as we wandered along the great avenue lighted by the two moons of Barsoom, and with Earth looking down upon us out of her luminous green eye, it seemed that we were alone in the universe, and I, at least, was content that it should be so.
If people were paid for writing rot such as I read in some of those magazines that I could write stories just as rotten.
P43- that the huge, fierce brute loved this child of another race is beyond question.
P38- little tarzan, which was the name they had given to the tiny lord greystoke and which meant white skin.
P33- the wail of the living had answered the call of universal motherhood within her wild beast which the dead could not still.
A thousand times rather face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell her.
When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the foundation of beauty.
The whole fabric of our religion is based on superstitious beliefin lies that have been foisted upon us for ages by those directly above us, to whose personal profit and aggrandizement it was to have us continue to believe as they wished us to believe.