I'll Say One Thing About An Oil

Civilized Men Are More Discourteous Than Savages Because They Know They Can Be Impolite Without Having Their Skulls Split, As A General Thing.

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

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.

I Know This: If Life Is Illusion, Then I Am No Less An Illusion, And Being Thus, The Illusion Is Real To Me. I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, And Am Content.

I Have Not Been A Success, And Probably Never Will Be.