If there be a fate that is sometimes cruel to me, there surely is a kind and merciful Providence which watches over me. - Edgar Rice Burroughs

She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that far-off jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.

I was sure that Lys was dead. I wanted myself to die, and yet I clung to life—useless and hopeless and harrowing a thing as it had become. I clung to life because some ancient, reptilian forbear had clung to life and transmitted to me through the ages the most powerful motive that guided his minute brain—the motive of self-preservation.

When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the foundation of beauty.