The imagination is man's power over nature.

Quote by Wallace Stevens

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One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature...

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature...

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.

Money is a kind of poetry.

Money is a kind of poetry.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room...

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room...

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

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...

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does...

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does...

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...

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would...

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would...

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life,...

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life,...

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of...

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of...

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal....

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal....

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.