Quote by Wallace Stevens
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the

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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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

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If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution. – Wallace Stevens

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Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird. – Wallace Stevens

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We can only know one thing about God – that he is what we are not. Our wretchedness alone is an image of this. The more we contemplate it, the more we contemplate him. – Simone Weil

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Im not at the point where Id feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. Im the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someones going to jump out and get me. – Britney Spears

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To live alone is the fate of all great souls. – Arthur Schopenhauer

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No one chooses to raise children alone. – Erykah Badu

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Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is lifes true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates. – Franz Grillparzer

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