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Stephen Crane was an American author, poet, and journalist, famous for works such as "The Red Badge of Courage." His innovative style and realistic depictions of war and human psychology had a profound influence on modern American literature. He became known for his vivid storytelling and exploration of themes like courage and existential struggle. Here are 49 of his quotes:

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

Stephen Crane

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

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Tell her this And more,- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.

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Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

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A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.

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Half of tradition is a lie.

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The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

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None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.

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When one exchanged the rowing-seat for a place in the bottom of the boat, he suffered a bodily depression that caused him to be careless of everything save an obligation to wiggle one finger. There was cold sea-water swashing to and fro in the boat, and he lay in it. His head, pillowed on a thwart, was within an inch of the swirl of a wave crest, and sometimes a particularly obstreperous sea came in-board and drenched him once more. But these matters did not annoy him. It is almost certain that if the boat had capsized he would have tumbled comfortably out upon the ocean as if he felt sure it was a great soft mattress.

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Let me into the darkness again.

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Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.

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You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.

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The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, "I see that none has passed here In a long time."

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The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.

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I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped.

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The hard waves see an arm flung high; Scorn hits strong because of a lie; Yet there exists a mystic tie. Unwind my riddle.

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The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

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Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

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Doubtless there are other roads.

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Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

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The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground, went calmly on through fields and woods. The youth looked at the men nearest him, and saw, for the most part, expressions of deep interest, as if they were investigating something that had fascinated them. One or two stepped with overvaliant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look at war, the red animal - war, the blood-swollen god. And they were deeply engrossed in this march.

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