The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

The more I see of what you call civilization, the more highly I think of what you call savagery!

How can I wear the harness of toil And sweat at the daily round, While in my soul forever The drums of Pictdom sound?

The printed page was like wine to me.

Every twinge of sensation, even of agony, was a negation of death.

Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.

I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, & am content.