The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.
The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in a manner of virtue
Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.
It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.
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.
For myself I always assume that a lion is ferocious and so I am never caught off my guard.
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.
She did not admire him any more than she had. It was merely that she considered him the Lesser of two evils.
Am I alive and a reality or am I but a dream?
Clothes therefore must be the insignia of the superiority of man over all other animals for surely there could be no other reason for wearing the hideous things
If I had followed my better judgment always my life would have been a very dull one.
I presume that it is the better part of wisdom that we bow to our fate with as good grace as possible.
Could it be that there were other things more desirable than cold logic and undefiled brain power?
They say that none of us exists except in the imagination of his fellows other than as an intangible invisible mentality.
Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for man or beast I am yours.
Y la sonrisa es la base de la belleza.
Even brave men and D'Arnot was a brave man are sometimes frightened by solitude.
If you write one story it may be bad; if you write a hundred you have the odds in your favor.
It never seems to occur to some people that like beauty a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
A warrior may change his metal but not his heart.
In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries different colours different races different religions--and one of us was of a different world.
I loved her. I still love her though I curse her in my sleep so nearly one are love and hate the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man nations life.
So strong is the power of superstition that even though we know that we have been reverencing a sham yet still we hesitate to admit the validity of our new-found convictions.
I could write stories just as rotten.
exsistance is not the cure it is the problem
I have discovered that the world over unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.
Golf is a mental disorder.
Death only renders hope futile.
Even theories must have foundations.
For me temperance is essential to good work.
I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.
I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.
I write to escape ... to escape poverty.
When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled and smiles are the foundation of beauty.
In one respect at least the Martians are a happy people they have no lawyers.
Love is a strange master and human nature is still stranger.
You are here for but an instant and you mustn't take yourself too seriously
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.
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-
Traveling through space is stupifyingly monotonous.
Subconscious minds are no less fallible than the objective mind.
I do not think that I am ever overconfident. I am merely wholly confident and I maintain that there is all the difference in the world there.
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?
I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.
I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.