Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. -Wallace Stevens Beauty
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. -Wallace Stevens Nature
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art. -Wallace Stevens Religion
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. -Wallace Stevens Morning
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all. -Wallace Stevens Poetry
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after. -Wallace Stevens Beauty
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. -Wallace Stevens Poetry
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself. -Wallace Stevens Inspirational
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. -Wallace Stevens Imagination
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. -Wallace Stevens Alone
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. -Wallace Stevens Poetry
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs. -Wallace Stevens Future
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark. -Wallace Stevens Imagination
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires. -Wallace Stevens Death