But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart. Stephen Crane More Quotes by Stephen Crane More Quotes From Stephen Crane Swift blazing flag of the regiment,Eagle with crest of red and gold,These men were born to drill and die.Point for them the virtue of slaughter,Make plain to them the excellence of killingAnd a field where a thousand corpses lie. Stephen Crane eagles men lying The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, "I see that none has passed here In a long time." Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. "Well," he mumbled at last, "Doubtless there are other roads. Stephen Crane knives weed truth A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other. Stephen Crane assassins wise men Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds. Stephen Crane rain clouds rivers A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy. Stephen Crane sea average lying When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me. Stephen Crane suicide sky people The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer. Stephen Crane red sun sky A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles. Stephen Crane play men thinking The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it. Stephen Crane wine dark lying Unwind my riddle.Cruel as hawks the hours fly;Wounded men seldom come home to die;The hard waves see an arm flung high;Scorn hits strong because of a lie;Yet there exists a mystic tie.Unwind my riddle. Stephen Crane strong home lying Such an assemblage of the spraddle-legged men of the middle class, whose hands were bent and shoulders stooped from delving and constructing, had never appeared to an Asbury Park summer crowd, and the latter was vaguely amused. Stephen Crane summer men hands When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters. Stephen Crane wind men night The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. Stephen Crane rumor fog army Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys. Stephen Crane fate kings children A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honour of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row, who were circling madly about the heap and pelting him. His infantile countenance was livid with the fury of battle. His small body was writhing in the delivery of oaths. Stephen Crane devil boys book XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; "Often have I been to it, "Even to its highest tower, "From whence the world looks black." "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a breath, a wind, "A shadow, a phantom; "Long have I pursued it, "But never have I touched "The hem of its garment." And I believed the second traveller; For truth was to me A breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom, And never had I touched The hem of its garment. Stephen Crane rocks wind long The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe. Stephen Crane affection stage men In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures. Stephen Crane broads rain book Think as I think said the man, or you are abominable. You are a toad. And after I had thought on it, I said I will then, be a toad. Stephen Crane It took maybe four months to get this interview and then they willy-nilly cancel it. Stephen Crane
