We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of

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.

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.

When Tarzan Killed He More Often Smiled Than Scowled, And Smiles Are The Foundation Of Beauty.

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.

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?