Stephen Vincent Benét Quotes

Youth is the pollen
That blows through the sky
And does not ask why.

youth

And kept his heart a secret to the end
From all the picklocks of biographers.

biography

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.

America names