The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

Language is fossil poetry

Why covet a knowledge of new facts? Day and night, house and garden, a few books, a few actions, serve us as well as would all trades and all spectacles. We are far from having exhausted the significance of the few symbols we use. We can come to use them yet with a terrible simplicity.

Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches

Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone. - Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Use language what you will, you can never say anything but what you are.