388 Quotes by Wallace Stevens

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

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be perpetual.

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

Funest philosophers and ponderers, Their evocations are the speech of clouds.

Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world ...

What is there in life except one's ideas, Good air, good friend, what is there in life?