. . . 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.

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 would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that read more

I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

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.'

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

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.