Language may die at the hands of the schoolman: it is regenerated by the poets

Philosophers ruin language, poets ruin logic, but with human reasoning alone man will never make it through life.

The universe is full of men going through the same motions in the same surroundings, but carrying within themselves, and projecting around them, universes as mutually remote as the constellations.

Poets are seen as the caretakers of language, so working with words no matter what the form is what we do.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.