#is

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

— Wallace Stevens

#beauty #i #i do #just #know

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#never #satisfied

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#crowd #else #everybody #everybody else #fascinating

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#bottom #boy #echoes #familiar #feeling

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

— Wallace Stevens

#american literature #british #could #english #inappropriate

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#into #made #many #realities #reality

The genuine artist is never "true to life." He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#artist #aware #genuine #go #life

The poet is the priest of the invisible. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#poet #priest

Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime. ↗

— Adlai E. Stevenson

#dedication #emotion #frenzied #lifetime #outbursts

It will be helpful in our mutual objective to allow every man in America to look his neighbor in the face and see a man-not a color. ↗

— Adlai E. Stevenson

#america #color #every #every man #face