Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

The Whole Fabric Of Our Religion Is Based On Superstitious Beliefin Lies That Have Been Foisted Upon Us For Ages By Those Directly Above Us, To Whose Personal Profit And Aggrandizement It Was To Have Us Continue To Believe As They Wished Us To Believe.

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 Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

As The Body Rolled To The Ground Tarzan Of The Apes Placed His Foot Upon The Neck Of His Lifelong Enemy And, Raising His Eyes To The Full Moon, Threw Back His Fierce Young Head And Voiced The Wild And Terrible Cry Of His People.