I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We live here together always in my house. I will bring you the best of fruits, the tenderest deer, the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt for you. I am the greatest of the jungle fighters. I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of the jungle fighters. You are Jane Porter, I saw it in your letter. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Tarzan of the Apes loves you.

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

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.

In one respect at least the Martians are a happy people, they have no lawyers.

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

The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in a manner of virtue