Stephen Vincent Benét Quotes

Life is not lost by dying life is lost minute by minute day by day in all the thousand small uncaring ways.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

He could fiddle all the bugs off a sweet-potato vine.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound Tokens of love and hate black sorcery stones.

There is a wilderness we walk aloneHowever well-companioned

Remember that when you say ‘I will have none of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange,’ you have denied America with that word.

(Abraham Lincoln's) weathered face was homely as a plowed field.