I Write To Escape ... To Escape

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.

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.

Anger And Hate Against One We Love Steels Our Hearts, But Contempt Or Pity Leaves Us Silent And Ashamed.

In One Respect At Least The Martians Are A Happy People, They Have No Lawyers.

It Is A Characteristic Of The Weak And Criminal To Attribute To Others The Misfortunes That Are The Result Of Their Own Wickedness.