Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind. — 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
