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

Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.

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?

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.

It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-

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

I could write stories just as rotten.