LVI A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other. - Stephen Crane

The open mouth of a saloon called seductively to passengers to enter and annihilate sorrow or create rage.

Within him something bade to cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle hymn, but he could only get his tongue to call into the air: “Why — why — what — what ’s th’ matter?

When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important,
and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him,
he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply
the fact that there are no brick and no temples.