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

I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.

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

The whole fabric of our religion is based on superstitious beliefin lies that have been foisted upon us for ages by those directly above us, to whose personal profit and aggrandizement it was to have us continue to believe as they wished us to believe.

Death, only, renders hope futile.

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

I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.