And yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever;
Address me.
Y la sonrisa es la base de la belleza.
Why does The Sheik, my father, not love me, too?
We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage ha...
She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that far-off jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.
P43- that the huge, fierce brute loved this child of another race is beyond question.
On the way home that night he purchased a steam yacht, and built a million-dollar villa on the Black Sea.
Men were indeed more foolish and more cruel than the beasts of the jungle! How fortunate was he who lived in the peace and security of the great forest!
Leave to a Thark his head and one hand and he may yet conquer.
In his savage, untutored breast new emotions were stirring. He could not fathom them. He wondered why he felt so great an interest in these people—why he had gone to such pains to save the three men....
Imagine, if you can, a huge grizzly with ten legs armed with mighty talons and an enormous froglike mouth splitting his head from ear to ear, exposing three rows of long, white tusks. Then endow this...
I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood. So far as I can recollect...
Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.
Come, then, cried Tarzan, and prove your loyalty. It were better to die now than to live in slavery forever.
Captain Billings, he drawled finally, if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass.
At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and never can attain. Let us pity them, my chieftain, for...
No fiction is worth reading except for entertainment. If it entertains and is clean, it is good literature, or its kind. If it forms the habit of reading, in people who might not read otherwise, it is...
Средний человеческий ум не верит тому, чего он не в состоянии постигнуть.
Ubiquitous