Top 87 Quotes & Sayings by Robert E. Howard - Page 2

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.

I have known many gods. He who denies them is blind as he who trusts them too deeply.

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

It is not pleasant to come upon Death in a lonely place at midnight.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die.

Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills or the sea with which I am not familiar.

A kingdom is not lost by a single defeat.

I am unable to rouse much interest in any highly civilized race, country or epoch, including this one.

Civilization is a network and a maze of precedences and custom.

Rome got some peachy pastings when she tried to lick the Irish.

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

I have put off the past like a worn-out cloak.

Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.

In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier.

Don't you think that as a people, Americans have less poetry, real poetry, in their souls than any other nations?

I reckon if I ever marry, she will have to be a strong woman in a circus or something.

It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk.

A woman in such an emotional tempest is as perilous as a blind cobra to any about her.

The poem you sent me was as fiery and virile as anything you've ever written - or anybody else, for that matter. Especially the second part went to my brain like the flaming liquor of insanity. No one else besides Jack London has the power to move me just that way.

Aye, you white dog, you are like all your race; but to a black man gold can never pay for blood.

No man can be convinced when he will not.

I have gone into yesterday and tomorrow and both were as real as today -- which is like the dreams of ghosts!

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

I see in the papers where Roy Guthrie committed suicide. Why, I wonder?

Wits and swords are as straws against the wisdom of the Darkness.

What always was must always be.

One objection I have heard voiced to works of this kind?dealing with Texas?is the amount of gore spilled across the pages. It can not be otherwise. In order to write a realistic and true history of any part of the Southwest, one must narrate such things, even at the risk of monotony.