I had lost something in my youth and made money instead. — Stephen Vincent Benet Instead Copy Share Image
Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books! — Stephen Vincent Benet Art Copy Share Image
Life is not lost -dying; life is lost minute -minute, day -dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. — Stephen Vincent Benet Death Copy Share Image
One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart. — Stephen Vincent Benet Balance Copy Share Image
You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better. — Stephen Vincent Benet Better Copy Share Image
If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians. — Stephen Vincent Benet Country Copy Share Image
“There is a wilderness we walk alone However well-companioned” — Stephen Vincent Benét Life-s-journey Copy Share Image
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth. — Stephen Vincent Benet Deer Copy Share Image
I admire the attention other writers can give to the world we're walking in. — Stephen Vincent Benet Admire Copy Share Image
The other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits.… — Stephen Vincent Benet Flea markets Copy Share Image
The blog is also a way to continue to register what I see and hear in a day - no matter what… — Stephen Vincent Benet Blogs Copy Share Image
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes,… — Stephen Vincent Benet Booze Copy Share Image
And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust… — Stephen Vincent Benet Drowned Copy Share Image
Defeat is a fact and victory can be a fact. If the idea is good, it will survive defeat, it may even… — Stephen Vincent Benet Defeat Copy Share Image
Books are not men and yet they are alive. They are man's memory and his aspiration, the link between his present and… — Stephen Vincent Benet Alive Copy Share Image
I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my… — Stephen Vincent Benet Bird Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, The sharp names that never get fat, The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims, The plumed war-bonnet… — Stephen Vincent Benet Bonnets Copy Share Image
“It's time to walk to the cider mill Through air like apple wine, And watch the moon rise over the hill, stinging… — Stephen Vincent Benet Moon rise Copy Share Image
I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw… — Stephen Vincent Benet Captives Copy Share Image
Outcasts of war, misfits, rebellious souls, Seekers of some vague kingdom in the stars - They hide out in the hills and… — Stephen Vincent Benet Hills Copy Share Image
I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues… — Stephen Vincent Benet Cities Copy Share Image
Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an… — Stephen Vincent Benet Bread Copy Share Image
Ironically the blog has re-opened the essay as a good form for me. I like to look and make commentary! If I… — Stephen Vincent Benet Blogs Copy Share Image
God pity us indeed, for we are human, And do not always see, The vision when it comes, the shining change, Or,… — Stephen Vincent Benet Alive Copy Share Image
Seine and Piave are silver spoons, But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn — Stephen Vincent Benet Food Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat. — Stephen Vincent Benet American Copy Share Image
When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes. — Stephen Vincent Benet America Copy Share Image
Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why. — Stephen Vincent Benet Asks Copy Share Image
As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish. — Stephen Vincent Benet Calling Copy Share Image
I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now… — Stephen Vincent Benet Blogs Copy Share Image
Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men. — Stephen Vincent Benet Children Copy Share Image
