Gertrude Stein famously wrote, "A rose is a rose is a rose" and later explained "I think that in that line the rose is red for the first time in English poetry for a hundred years."
It was only that, having written down the first few fine paragraphs, I could not produce any others, or—to approximate Gertrude Stein’s remark about a lesser writer of the Lost Generation—I had the syrup but it wouldn’t pour.
William Styron -- Sophie’s Choice
It had a certain syrup, as Gertrude Stein once said, but it didn’t pour.
Robert M. Pirsig -- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
—GERTRUDE STEIN IN CONVERSATION …_One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh; but the earth abideth forever… The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to the place where he arose… The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits…… All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return…