Poetry is the art of hiding the inadequacy of language.

You cannot say something about something without revealing something about yourself.

Half of mathematics is the art of saving space.

A thing named, misnamed, unnamed, or renamed is still itself.

Unlike meaning, the truth always survives translation.

Two of the biggest problems with language is that you can say what you do not mean to say, and that you can say what you do not mean.

The name of a thing gets in the way of us seeing more of it.

A fist is not a thing but a particular state of a particular thing.

We can know, not what a thing is, but what its name is.