Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.
Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine – You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine. The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell For promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!
A true fanatic, his promptings were reasons enough for his actions.
It is only the promise of death that makes life worth living.
The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!
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.
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.
Man is still an ape in that he forgets what is not ever before his eyes.
I had neither expert aid nor advice. I studied no courses in writing; until a year or so ago, I never read a book by anybody advising writers how to write.
What is death but a traversing of eternities and a crossing of cosmic oceans?
Man can be that which he wishes to be; form and substance, they are but shadows. The mind, the ego, the essence of the god-dream – that is real, that is immortal.
Never the less, at the age of fifteen, having never seen a writer, a poet, a publisher or a magazine editor, and having only the vaguest ideas of procedure, I began working on the profession I had chosen.
I think the real reason so many youngsters are clamoring for freedom of some vague sort, is because of unrest and dissatisfaction with present conditions; I don’t believe this machine age gives full satisfaction in a spiritual way, if the term may be allowed.
Rome got some peachy pastings when she tried to lick the Irish.
Barbarianism is the natural state of mankind. Civilization is unnatural. It is the whim of circumstance. And barbarianism must ultimately triumph.
Before the invader sound was born, the Universe was silent and shall be again.
I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead men were strewn in heaps thigh-deep about him. But at last they dragged him down, a hundred against one.