Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

. . . 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 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.

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.

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.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

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.