When I Cannot Stand Alone, It Will

The More I See Of What You Call Civilization, The More Highly I Think Of What You Call Savagery!

Let Me Live Deep While I Live; Let Me Know The Rich Juices Of Red Meat & Stinging Wine On My Palate, The Hot Embrace Of White Arms, The Mad Exultation Of Battle When The Blue Blades Flame Crimson, And I Am Content"......conan The Cimmerian.

How Can I Wear The Harness Of Toil And Sweat At The Daily Round, While In My Soul Forever The Drums Of Pictdom Sound?

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.

Man Is Still An Ape In That He Forgets What Is Not Ever Before His Eyes.