Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed. — Edgar Rice Burroghs
I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate — Edgar Rice Burroghs
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal. — Edgar Rice Burroghs
She did not admire him any more than she had. It was merely that she considered him the lesser of two evils. — Edgar Rice Burroghs
The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the — Edgar Rice Burroghs
Were there no desire there would be no virtue, and because one man desires what another does not — Edgar Rice Burroghs