As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.

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

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

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

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

Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.