There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit;… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“Nay, alone I am a weak creature, having no strength or might in me; yet in times past hath God made me… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“Poets always hate those in power. To them perfection is always just behind the last corner, or beyond the next. They escape… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
While we may open the books of the past, we may but grant flying glances of the future, through the mist that… — 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
