Quotes by Stephen Vincent Benet

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

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

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

(Abraham Lincolns) weathered face was homely as a plowed field.

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.

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

Dreaming men are haunted men.