I can’t make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.
ATTRIBUTION:
Wallace Stevens (1879–1955), U.S. poet. Letters of Wallace Stevens, no. 107, journal entry, February 5, 1906, ed. Holly Stevens (1967).
