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Stephen Crane Quotes

Every sin is the result of collaboration
Stephen Crane
#Collaboration

In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said: "Is it good, friend?""It is bitter-bitter," he answered;"But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart.
Stephen Crane
#Heart

A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation
Stephen Crane
#Man

You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew
Stephen Crane
#God

A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.
Stephen Crane
#Man

He wishes that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage.
Stephen Crane
#Courage

It's not a big feature of our life.
Stephen Crane
#Life

I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?
Stephen Crane
#Misery

In the desert<br/>I saw a creature, naked, bestial,<br/>Who, squatting upon the ground,<br/>Held his heart in his hands,<br/>And ate of it.<br/>I said: "Is it good, friend?"<br/>"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;<br/>"But I like it<br/>Because it is bitter,<br/>And because it is my heart.
Stephen Crane
#Poetry

Every sin is the result of collaboration.
Stephen Crane
#American Writer

Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady!" Fast rode the knIght, And leaped from saddle to war. Men of steel flickered and gleamed Like riot of silver lights, And the gold of the knight's good banner Still waved on a castle wall. . . . . . A horse, Blowing, staggering, bloody thing, Forgotten at foot of castle wall. A horse Dead at foot of castle wall.
Stephen Crane
#Famous #Popular #Top 100

In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. "What did you do?" Then all save one of the little blades Began eagerly to relate The merits of their lives. This one stayed a small way behind, Ashamed. Presently, God said, "And what did you do?" The little blade answered, "Oh my Lord, Memory is bitter to me, For, if I did good deeds, I know not of them." Then God, in all His splendor, Arose from His throne. "Oh, best little blade of grass!" He said.
Stephen Crane
#Heaven

A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
Stephen Crane
#Short

Yes, I have a thousand tongues, And nine and ninety-nine lie. Though I strive to use the one, It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.
Stephen Crane
#Short

"Think as I think," said a man, "Or you are abominably wicked; You are a toad." And after I had thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad."
Stephen Crane
#Short

Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly. "My Lord," said he. But the spirit knew him not.
Stephen Crane
#Short

I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then suddenly there was a great light -- "Let me into the darkness again."
Stephen Crane
#Short

I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade! Brother!"
Stephen Crane
#Short

i There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the head of her, And went away gaily. ii There was a man and a woman Who sinned. And the man stood with her. As upon her head, so upon his, Fell blow and blow, And all people screaming, "Fool!" He was a brave heart. iii He was a brave heart. Would you speak with him, friend? Well, he is dead, And there went your opportunity. Let it be your grief That he is dead And your opportunity gone; For, in that, you were a coward.
Stephen Crane
#Poems about Women

When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. A vision of their dead comes to the weak. The moon shall not be too old Before the new battalions rise, Blue battalions. The moon shall not be too old When the children of change shall fall Before the new battalions, The blue battalions. Mistakes and virtues will be trampled deep. A church and a thief shall fall together. A sword will come at the bidding of the eyeless, The God-led, turning only to beckon, Swinging a creed like a censer At the head of the new battalions, Blue battalions. March the tools of nature's impulse, Men born of wrong, men born of right, Men of the new battalions, The blue battalions. The clang of swords is Thy wisdom, The wounded make gestures like Thy Son's; The feet of mad horses is one part -- Ay, another is the hand of a mother on the brow of a youth. Then, swift as they charge through a shadow, The men of the new battalions, Blue battalions -- God lead them high, God lead them far, God lead them far, God lead them high, These new battalions, The blue battalions. THE END
Stephen Crane
#People

You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
Stephen Crane
#Short

There was a man who lived a life of fire. Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange And orange purple, This life glowed, A dire red stain, indelible; Yet when he was dead, He saw that he had not lived.
Stephen Crane
#Fire #Poems about Life

The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the lesser, A figure thankful on the shore of money. Then, with the bones of fools He buys silken banners Limned with his triumphant face; With the skins of wise men He buys the trivial bows of all. Flesh painted with marrow Contributes a coverlet, A coverlet for his contented slumber. In guiltless ignorance, in ignorant guilt, He delivered his secrets to the riven multitude. "Thus I defended: Thus I wrought." Complacent, smiling, He stands heavily on the dead. Erect on a pillar of skulls He declaims his trampling of babes; Smirking, fat, dripping, He makes speech in guiltless ignorance, Innocence.
Stephen Crane
#Success

A man went before a strange God -- The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing. "Kneel, mortal, and cringe And grovel and do homage To My Particularly Sublime Majesty." The man fled. Then the man went to another God -- The God of his inner thoughts. And this one looked at him With soft eyes Lit with infinite comprehension, And said, "My poor child!"
Stephen Crane
#God

"Have you ever made a just man?" "Oh, I have made three," answered God, "But two of them are dead, And the third -- Listen! Listen! And you will hear the thud of his defeat."
Stephen Crane
#Short

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
#Short

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of his agony -- This lone hunter. The grey-green woods impassive Had watched the threshing of his limbs. A canoe with flashing paddle, A girl with soft searching eyes, A call: "John!" . . . . . Come, arise, hunter! Can you not hear? The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.
Stephen Crane
#Death