We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
To constitute taste, it is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.[Il ne suffit pas, pour le goût, de voir, de connaître la beauté d’un ouvrage : il faut la sentir, en être touché.]
Think the feeling, feel the thought.[Piensa el sentimiento, siente el pensamiento.]
There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison.
There are some people who come to me for some illumination on their problems. I guess they feel I’m writing about some of the things they themselves are going through. But I don’t usually have much help to give – there isn’t much you can say to someone in the midst of their own crises.
The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
The robot had no feelings, only positronic surges that mimicked those feelings. (And perhaps human beings had no feelings, only neuronic surges that were interpreted as feelings.)
The most natural feelings are those we are least willing to confess.[Les sentiments les plus naturels sont ceux qu’on avoue avec le plus de répugnance.]
The most despicable humans are the ones who always feel virtuous and look down on the rest of the world.
The more Ups and Downs the more Joy I feel… The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel…
The more I think about it the more I feel that there’s nothing more genuinely artistic than to love people.[Plus j’y réflechis plus je sens qu’il n’y a rien de plus reellement artistique que d’aimer les gens.]
