Death, only, renders hope futile. Edgar Rice Burroughs deathfutilehope Change image and share on social
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence. Edgar Rice Burroughs imaginationintelligencesuper Change image and share on social
Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger. Edgar Rice Burroughs humanlovemaster Change image and share on social
The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs. Edgar Rice Burroughs apparentbrainconversation Change image and share on social
I write to escape; to escape poverty. Edgar Rice Burroughs escapepovertywrite Change image and share on social
She did not admire him any more than she had. It was merely that she considered him the Lesser of two evils. Edgar Rice Burroughs admireconsiderevil Change image and share on social
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal. Edgar Rice Burroughs beautyfatalhumor Change image and share on social
Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed. Edgar Rice Burroughs angerashamedcontempt Change image and share on social
I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life. Edgar Rice Burroughs controlcursedevasting Change image and share on social
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? Edgar Rice Burroughs childdesireman Change image and share on social
