Stephen Crane Quotes

His face had been twisted into an expression of every agony he had imagined for his friend.

It was wrong to do this," said the angel."You should live like a flower,Holding malice like a puppy,Waging war like a lambkin.""Not so," quoth the manWho had no fear of spirits;"It is only wrong for angelsWho can live like the flowers,Holding malice like the puppies,Waging war like the lambkins.

Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.

None of them knew the color of the sky.

Every sin is the result of a colaboration