From the senses originate all trustworthiness, all good conscience, all evidence of truth.
When the shrivelled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning it satisfies the senses amazingly.
There is one thing no man can do, and that is to get a woman to listen to reason. Somehow or other, they don’t seem to have any kind of sense.
The senses do not err, not because they always judge correctly, but because they do not judge at all.[Dass die Sinne nicht irren, aber nicht darum, weil sie jederzeit richtig urtheilen, sondern weil sie gar nicht urtheilen.]
The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.
The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.[La perte d’un sens ajoute autant de beauté au monde que ne fait son acquisition.]
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Men of sense, whatever you may chuse to say, do not want silly wives.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.
Gentlemen who have no sense of humour get to taking themselves too seriously – and that leads to mischief.
Better be without sense, than misapply it as you do.
