Everything means something.

Names are the consequences of things.

Names are the sweetest and most important sound in any language.

We all have names we don't know about.

We have named all the stars and all the planets, even though they might already have had names of their own. What a nerve!

A name is what a man makes it,” I

A name can't begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that's the magic of names, isn't it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name.

Everything looks so much alike that you wonder how people got the idea of inventing names, to make distinctions.

Everything has a meaning, if only we could read it,

In the widest sense of the word, to name is to interpret experience by the past, to translate it into terms of memory, to bind the unknown into the system of the known. Civilized man knows of hardly any other way of understanding things. Everybody, everything, has to have its label, its number, certificate, registration, classification. What is not classified is irregular, unpredictable, and dangerous. Without passport, birth certificate, or membership in some nation, one’s existence is not recognized.

"Must a name mean something?" Alice asked doubtfully.

Of course it must," Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh; "my name means the shape I am - and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.

Meaning is everywhere. There is always meaning. Or at least all things show a disturbing tendency to have meaning ascribed to them when intelligent creatures are present. It’s just that there’s no final Meaning, with a capital M. Though the illusion that there might be is comforting for a certain class of mind.

All is allegory... Each creature is key to all other creatures.

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.