Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.

The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.

Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.

When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the foundation of beauty.

It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-