Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900) was an American author. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
Every sin is the result of collaboration.
A man said to the universe: 'Sir I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe, 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.'
Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.
If there is a witness to my little life,To my tiny throes and struggles,He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.
Doubtless there are other roads.
A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.
Half of tradition is a lie.
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.
It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.
Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.
It perhaps might be said- if any one dared- that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.
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.
If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a bast blue, Echoless, ignorant,- What then?