Philosophy and poetry arise from our dissatisfaction with usage. Prose must make use of the language as it is.

(Philosophy, qua literature, is less like prose and more like verse. It accomplishes itself, not in its apodictic assertions, but in its obiter dicta. The "strophes" of poetry become the "remarks" of philosophy, which writhe against the immedicacy of, respectively, our institutions and our intuitions. What matters is not what is stated, but what is turned. Mallarmé's "divagations" and Williams's "improvisations" may be mistaken for prose, as may Frege's elucidations and Wittgenstein's investigations. Mistaken, I say; mistaken. Poetry and philosophy betray their essence when they aspire to science or politics, to say what is and what should be, i.e., to prose. The reader betrays them by taking them straight.)