To be psychic is to see without the senses and to keep the thoughts and emotions of others out of your awareness.
If I, deaf, blind, find life rich and interesting, how much more can you gain by the use of your five senses!
In my walks I would fain return to my senses.
A garden makes all our senses swim with pleasure.
Let your condiments be in the condition of your senses.
I'd like to create a role on Broadway. That would really heighten my senses.
The mind must become the servant of the intellect, not the slave of the senses. It must discriminate and detach itself from the body. Like the ripe tamarind fruit, which, becomes loose inside the shell, it must be unattached to this shell, this casement called body.
If you live for pleasure, your ability to enjoy it may pass away and your senses grow dim.
We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.
Poetry is a really helpful instrument. It's so physical; the musicality becomes a sort of expression of the body. The mind is there too, in the formal aspects of the poem. The emotions are there in the way the senses gather things into the poem.
I don't mistrust reality, of which I know next to nothing. I mistrust the picture of reality conveyed to us by our senses, which is imperfect and circumscribed.
Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind. . . The understanding can intuit nothing, the senses can think nothing. Only through their union can knowledge arise.
Sensual is everything that refers to the delight of the senses. And that's what artists do, is stimulate the senses in any possible way.
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.
We evolved to move and to learn with all our five senses!
How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind!
The first lesson about trusting your senses is: don't. Just because you believe something to be true, just because you know it's true, that doesn't mean it is true.
As we grow old, we become aware that death is drawing near; his shadow falls across our path; the realities of life seem less crude than of yore, they touch our senses less intimately, and they lose much of their poignancy.
Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life.
Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.