Quotes by Wallace Stevens

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

— Wallace Stevens

Wisdom

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

— Wallace Stevens

Wisdom

Just as my fingers on the keys Make music, so the selfsame sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound.

— Wallace Stevens

Wisdom

The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.

— Wallace Stevens

Wisdom

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

— Wallace Stevens

Wisdom