I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

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?

A Warrior May Change His Metal, But Not His Heart.

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.

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 Verily Believe That A Man's Way With Women Is In Inverse Ratio To His Prowess Among Men. The Weakling And The Saphead Have Often Great Ability To Charm The Fair Sex, While The Fighting Man Who Can Face A Thousand Real Dangers Unafraid, Sits Hiding In The Shadows Like Some Frightened Child.