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

Could it be that there were other things more desirable than cold logic and undefiled brain power?

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.

I love you, and because I love you I believe in you. But if I did not believe, still should I love. Had you come back for me, and had there been no other way, I would have gone into the jungle with you - forever.

We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage has implanted ineradicably within us.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.

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