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From The Master of Adventure ~ Part III
the Jewels of Opar, "The Altar of the Flaming God"
The voice seemed
partly human, yet so hideous that it might well have emanated from the
tortured throat of a lost soul writhing in the fires of hell.
Time is the warp
of the tapestry which is life. It is eternal, constant, unchanging.
But the woof is gathered together from the four corners of the earth and
the twenty-eight seas and out of the air and the minds of men by that master
artist, Fate, as she weaves the design that is never finished.
A thread from here,
a thread from there, another from out of the past that has waited years
for the companion thread without which the picture must be incomplete.
But Fate is patient.
She waits a hundred or a thousand years to bring together two strands of
thread whose union is essential to the fabrication of her tapestry, to
the composition of the design that was without beginning and is without
(This one was my
the Ant Men, Chapter XVI
To be poor assures
one an easier life than being rich, for the poor have
no tax to pay, while
those who work hard and accumulate property have
only their labor for
their effort, since the government takes all from
them in taxes.
The Outlaw of
Torn, Chapter III
Virtue and Vice
be twin sisters who come running to do the bidding of the same father,
Desire. 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?
of Mars, "The Palace of Mu Tel"
War never brought
peace -- it but brings more and greater wars. War is nature's natural
state -- it is folly to combat it. Peace should be
considered only as
a time for preparation for the principal business of man's existence.
Were it not for the constant warring of one form of lie upon another, and
even upon itself, the planets would be so over run with life that it would
smother itself out.
You can always
tell honest men.
They go around telling
the world how
honest they are.
The Son of Tarzan,
To that memory
she was still loyal;
but what weight has
a memory in the
presence of a fascinating
At the Earth's
Core, Chapter 5
Lips may lie,
but when the heart speaks through the eyes it tells only
Tarzan The Invincible,
...it never seems
to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of
humor may sometimes
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