Stephen Vincent Benet Quotes

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse. I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea. You may bury my body in Sussex grass, You may bury my tongue at Champmedy. I shall not be there, I shall rise and pass. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

I will get me a bottle of Boston sea And a blue-gum nigger to sing me blues. I am tired of loving a foreign muse.

There are English counties like hunting-tunes Played on the keys of a post boy’s horn, But I will remember where I was born.

I have fallen in love with American names, The sharp, gaunt names that never get fat, The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims, The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.