I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect read more

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

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.

People often resist change for reasons that make good sense to them, even if those reasons don't correspond to organizational read more

People often resist change for reasons that make good sense to them, even if those reasons don't correspond to organizational goals. So it is crucial to recognize, reward, and celebrate accomplishments.

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 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.'

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.

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.

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.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the poetry of the senses.