388 Quotes by Wallace Stevens

It is the belief and not the god that counts.

The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

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

The mind is the terriblest force in the world, father, Because, in chief, it, only, can defend Against itself. At its mercy, we depend Upon it.

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked And tufted in straggling thunder and shattered sun.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.