Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason. — Wallace Stevens August Copy Share Image
The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy. — Wallace Stevens Mind Copy Share Image
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book. — Wallace Stevens Book Copy Share Image
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it. — Wallace Stevens Conception Copy Share Image
The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully. — Wallace Stevens Intelligence Copy Share Image
After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints. — Wallace Stevens Civilization Copy Share Image
My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ." — Wallace Stevens Cherokee Copy Share Image
It is poverty's speech that seeks us out the most. It is older than the oldest speech of Rome. This is the… — Wallace Stevens Accents Copy Share Image
One ought not to hoard culture. It should be adapted and infused into society as a leaven. Liberality of culture does not… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of… — Wallace Stevens Belief Copy Share Image
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits… — Wallace Stevens Heart Copy Share Image
New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
If the hero is not a person, the emblem Of him, even if Xenophon, seems To stand taller than a person stands,… — Wallace Stevens Body Copy Share Image
“Diaries are very futile. I must be all dream or all deed. It is quite impossible for me to express any of… — Wallace Stevens Diaries Copy Share Image
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part… — Wallace Stevens Art of life Copy Share Image
There's no such thing as life; or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is… — Wallace Stevens Character Copy Share Image
“There is a perfect rout of characters in every man—and every man is like an actor’s trunk, full of strange creatures, new… — Wallace Stevens Acting Copy Share Image
It is never the thing but the version of the thing: The fragrance of the woman not her self, Her self in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,… — Wallace Stevens Bird Copy Share Image
Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself. — Wallace Stevens Beautiful Copy Share Image
The whole race is a poet that writes down / The eccentric propositions of its fate. — Wallace Stevens Eccentric Copy Share Image
Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic. — Wallace Stevens Artistic Copy Share Image
