It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

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

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.

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.

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.

So strong is the power of superstition that even though we know that we have been reverencing a sham, yet still we hesitate to admit the validity of our new-found convictions.