War is Kind

“In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter”

— Stephen Crane

“A learned man came to me once.He said, "I know the way, -- come."And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened.Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of my feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, "I am lost.””

— Stephen Crane

“I SAW A MAN PURSUING THE HORIZON;ROUND AND ROUND THEY SPED.I WAS DISTURBED AT THIS;I ACCOSTED THE MAN."IT IS FUTILE," I SAID,"YOU CAN NEVER"”

— Stephen Crane

“many red devils ran from my heart and out upon the page, they were so tiny the pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange to write in this red much of things from my heart.””

— Stephen Crane

“ONCE, I KNEW A FINE SONG,”

— Stephen Crane

“I WALKED IN A DESERT.AND I CRIED,'AH, GOD, TAKE ME FROM THIS PLACE!'A VOICE SAID, 'IT IS NO DESERT.'I CRIED, 'WELL, BUT”

— Stephen Crane

“Many workmen Built a huge ball of masonry Upon a mountain-top. Then they went to the valley below, And turned to behold their work. "It is grand," they said; They loved the thing. Of a sudden, it moved: It came upon them swiftly; It crushed them all to blood. But some had opportunity to squeal.””

— Stephen Crane

“IF LOVE LOVES,THERE IS NO WORLDNOR WORD.ALL IS LOSTSAVE THOUGHT OF LOVEAND PLACE TO DREAM.””

— Stephen Crane

“In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, "Is it good, friend?""It is bitter bitter," he answered;"But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart.””

— Stephen Crane