I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.
I had aimed at Mars and was about to hit Venus unquestionably the all-time cosmic record for poor shots.
So glorious does love transfigure its object”~Tarzan
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.
What–has O-Tar seen an ulsio and fainted?” demanded I-Gos with broad sarcasm.”Men have died for less than that, ancient one,” E-Thas reminded him.”I am safe,” retorted I-Gos, “for I am not a brave and popular son of the jeddak of Manator.
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.
P33- the wail of the living had answered the call of universal motherhood within her wild beast which the dead could not still.
He longed for the little cabin and the sun-kissed sea – for the cool interior of the well-built house, and for the never-ending wonders of the many books.
To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.
They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.
As a mistress, death seemed lacking in many essentials. Therefore, I decided not to die.
We are between the wild thoat of certainty and the mad zitidar of fact.
Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.
Lives there upon any world such another as John Carter, Prince of Helium? Lives there another man who could fight his way back and forth across a warlike planet, facing savage beasts and hordes of savage men, for the love of a woman?
Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence.
I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.
If I sometimes seem to take too great pride in my fighting ability, it must be remembered that fighting is my vocation.
Mine own people do not care for me, John Carter; I am too unlike them. It is a sad fate, since I must live my life amongst them.
There was one slight, desperate chance, and that I decided I must take–it was for Dejah Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk a thousand deaths for such as she.
Even brave men, and D’Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.
As much as I enjoy a fight, I cannot always indulge myself, and just now I had more weighty matters to occupy my time than spilling the blood of strange warriors.
p 18 – Hundreds of thousands of years ago our ancestors of the dim and distant past faced the same problems which we must face in the same primeval forest. That we are here today evidences their victory.
P44- in tarzans clever little mind many thoughts revolved and back of these was his divine power of reason.
You didn’t find any trace of her?” asked d’Arnot. // Tarzan shook his head. “None. In the jungle, I could have found her; but here –-here, in civilization, a man cannot even find himself.
Captain Billings,” he drawled finally, “if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don’t you know.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.
Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.