Quote #2
A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light.
More from Wallace Stevens
- One ought not to hoard culture. It should be adapted and infused into society as a leaven. Liberality of culture does not mean illiberality…
- Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
- In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. Ameri…
- To be young is all there is in the world. The rest is nonsense - and cant. They talk so beautifully about work and having a family and a ho…
- How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
- Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
- 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.
- Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus, The conscienc…