Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Don't you think that as a people, Americans have less poetry, real poetry, in their souls than any other nations? — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Over the souls of men spread the condor wings of colossal monsters and all manner of evil things prey upon the heart and soul… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“There was no life in the Abyss, save that which was incorporated in me," it tolled. "Nor was there light, nor motion, nor any… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“That's the way with civilized men. When they can't explain something by their half-baked science, they refuse to believe it.” — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“A true fanatic, his promptings were reasons enough for his actions.” — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“Again the governor knelt, for part of his wisdom was the knowledge that a woman in such an emotional tempest is as perilous as… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“When you allow the elevation of a man, one can be sure that you'll profit by his advancement. I've earned everything I've won, with… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
