Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American poet
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942), It Must Give Pleasure
Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 2 (p. 178)
Vazkor, Son of Vazkor (1978)
Wallace Stevens (1879–1955) American poet
Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942), It Must Give Pleasure
Ken Ham (1951) Australian young Earth creationist
Did Eve really have an Extra Rib?: And other tough questions about the Bible (2002)
Henri Barbusse (1873–1935) French novelist
Light (1919), Ch. XIX - Ghosts
Context: Among some papers on my table I see the poem again which we once found out of doors, the bit of paper escaped from the mysterious hands which wrote on it, and come to the stone seat. It ended by whispering, "Only I know the tears that brimming rise, your beauty blended with your smile to espy."
In the days of yore it had made us smile with delight. To-night there are real tears in my eyes. What is it? I dimly see that there is something more than what we have seen, than what we have said, than what we have felt to-day. One day, perhaps, she and I will exchange better and richer sayings; and so, in that day, all the sadness will be of some service.
Charlotte Joko Beck (1917–2011) US American Zen Teacher
Source: Nothing Special
Mignon McLaughlin (1913–1983) American journalist
The Complete Neurotic's Notebook (1981), Unclassified
Patrick Rothfuss book The Name of the Wind
Source: The Name of the Wind (2007), Chapter 92, “The Music that Plays” (p. 716)