I Have Not Been A Success, And

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

I Don't Believe I Ever Saw An Oklahoman Who Wouldn't Fight At The Drop Of A Hat - And Frequently Drop The Hat Himself.

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.

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.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.