Stephen Vincent Benet Quotes

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

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.

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.