Stephen Vincent Benet Quotes

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

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

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.

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, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones.

Books are not men and yet they are alive.