Quote by Wallace Stevens
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the b

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

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Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore. – Wallace Stevens

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Poetry
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In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all. – Wallace Stevens

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Poetry
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It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. – Wallace Stevens

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alone
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Beauty
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For what the horse does under compulsion, as Simon also observes, is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either, any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer. – Xenophon

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Beauty

The perception of beauty is a moral test. – Henry David Thoreau

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Beauty

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite. – Francis Bacon

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Beauty

Thats one of the nice things. I mean, part of the beauty of me is that Im very rich. So if I need $600 million, I can put $600 million myself. Thats a huge advantage. I must tell you, thats a huge advantage over the other candidates. – Donald Trump

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Beauty

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Im a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds. – Mike Tyson

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Getting into music has changed my personality and way of doing things. Im far more open now. – Shaun White

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Music

Now that nude-beach season is in full, um, swing, taking things off is once again a public matter. It comes with the additional difficulty of hot sand under ones feet and the unavoidable, inescapable truth that gravity always wins. – Elizabeth Rosner

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Nudity

A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. – Groucho Marx

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