The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear. — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
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… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“She thinks my name is Freddie, you know, but of course it ain't. I always tell these people some name like that, because if… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks— an existence of soft and eternal peace.” — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“XXIV I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment. — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade!… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; "Often have I been to it, "Even to its highest tower, "From whence… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“The lieutenant, returning from a tour after a bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind new and portentous oaths suited to the… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
