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Danh ngôn của Wallace Stevens (Sứ mệnh: 8)

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
Money is a kind of poetry.
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.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
The imagination is man's power over nature.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
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 dark.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.