I don't believe I ever saw an Oklahoman who wouldn't fight at the drop of a hat - and frequently drop the hat himself.

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.

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.

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

Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

When a nation forgets her skill in war, when her religion becomes a mockery, when the whole nation becomes a nation of money-grabbers, then the wild tribes, the barbarians drive in... Who will our invaders be? From whence will they come?

All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre— The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.