In One Respect At Least

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.

No Fiction Is Worth Reading Except For Entertainment. If It Entertains And Is Clean, It Is Good Literature, Or Its Kind. If It Forms The Habit Of Reading, In People Who Might Not Read Otherwise, It Is The Best Literature.

In One Respect At Least The Martians Are A Happy People, They Have No Lawyers.

The Time Has Arrived When Patience Becomes A Crime And Mayhem Appears Garbed In A Manner Of Virtue

We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of Habit, And When The Seeeming Necessity For Schooling Ourselves In New Ways Ceases To Exist, We Fall Naturally And Easily Into The Manner And Customs Which Long Usage Has Implanted Ineradicably Within Us.