Robert E. Howard
Robert E. Howard
Robert Ervin Howardwas an American author who wrote pulp fiction in a diverse range of genres. He is well known for his character Conan the Barbarian and is regarded as the father of the sword and sorcery subgenre...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth22 January 1906
CountryUnited States of America
absolutely among dim enter foreign people profession seems shores unreal
Never the less, it is no light thing to enter into a profession absolutely foreign and alien to the people among which one's lot is cast; a profession which seems as dim and faraway and unreal as the shores of Europe.
live-life men civilization
Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.
snakes cities world
If I was wealthy I'd never do anything but poke around in ruined cities all over the world - and probably get snake-bit.
civilization triumph natural
Barbarianism is the natural state of mankind. Civilization is unnatural. It is the whim of circumstance. And barbarianism must ultimately triumph
death ocean eternity
What is death but a traversing of eternities and a crossing of cosmic oceans?
dream real men
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.
rome peachy
Rome got some peachy pastings when she tried to lick the Irish.
devil way path
I'm not going out of my way looking for devils; but I wouldn't step out of my path to let one go by.
sweat forever soul
How can I wear the harness of toil And sweat at the daily round, While in my soul forever The drums of Pictdom sound?
wine blue flames
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.
palate
I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, & am content.
darkness wit straws
Wits and swords are as straws against the wisdom of the Darkness...
queens kings cheer
Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]
kingdoms defeat lost
A kingdom is not lost by a single defeat.