Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

Subconscious Minds Are No Less Fallible Than The Objective Mind.

When Tarzan Killed He More Often Smiled Than Scowled, And Smiles Are The Foundation Of Beauty.

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

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.