Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony,

Hither Came Conan, The Cimmerian, Black-haired, Sullen-eyed, Sword In Hand, A Thief, A Reaver, A Slayer, With Gigantic Melancholies And Gigantic Mirth, To Tread The Jeweled Thrones Of The Earth Under His Sandaled Feet.

A Kingdom Is Not Lost By A Single Defeat.

I See In The Papers Where Roy Guthrie Committed Suicide. Why, I Wonder?

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

Animals Are Neither Gods Nor Fiends, But Men In Their Way Without The Lust And Greed Of Man.