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.

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

It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

Were there no desire there would be no virtue, and because one man desires what another does not, who shall say whether the child of his desire be Vice or Virtue?

Death, only, renders hope futile.

I could write stories just as rotten.