Wallace Stevens - Quotes

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The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream. ---->>>

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset. ---->>>

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking. ---->>>

The imagination is man's power over nature.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. ---->>>

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be. ---->>>

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic. ---->>>

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after. ---->>>

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art. ---->>>

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into. ---->>>

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof. ---->>>

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

The genuine artist is never 'true to life.' He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life. ---->>>

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. ---->>>

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress. ---->>>

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. ---->>>

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. ---->>>

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have. ---->>>

Money is a kind of poetry.

Money is a kind of poetry.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture. ---->>>

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility. ---->>>

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them. ---->>>

The poet is the priest of the invisible. ---->>>

The point of vision and desire are the same. ---->>>

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality. ---->>>

If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism. ---->>>

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. ---->>>

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never. ---->>>

The fire burns as the novel taught it how. ---->>>

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence. ---->>>

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire. ---->>>

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution. ---->>>

Biography

Nationality: American
Born: October 2, 1879
Birthplace:
Die: 08-02, 1955
Occupation: Poet
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Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American Modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and then New York Law School, and he spent most of his life working as an executive for an insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his Collected Poems in 1955 (wikipedia)