Death, only, renders hope futile.

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.

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

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

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

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?

Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.