The source of genius is imagination alone, . . . the refinement of the senses that sees what others do read more

The source of genius is imagination alone, . . . the refinement of the senses that sees what others do not see, or sees them differently.

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said 'I hear music,' as though there's any other read more

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said 'I hear music,' as though there's any other way to take it in. 'You're not special. That's how I receive it too... I tried to taste it, but it did not work.'

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it read more

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it had missed the point.

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other read more

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.

I don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.

I don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports us across thousands of miles and all the years we have lived.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports us across thousands of miles and all the years we have lived.

. . . there is no perfect knowledge which can be entitled ours, that is innate; none but what has read more

. . . there is no perfect knowledge which can be entitled ours, that is innate; none but what has been obtained from experience, or derived in some way from our senses.

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.