The imagination is man's power over nature.

Quote by Wallace Stevens

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In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

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

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

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can...

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can...

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our...

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our...

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's...

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The genuine artist is never rue to life. He sees what is real, but not...

The genuine artist is never rue to life. He sees what is real, but not...

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

Beauty is momentary in the mind The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the...

Beauty is momentary in the mind The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the...

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and...

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and...

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans...

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans...

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.