"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

The lieutenant of the youth's company was shot in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that a nervous laugh went along the regimental line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home.

There’s no fun in fightin’ fer people when everything yeh do — no matter what — ain’t done right.

The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.