If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods
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Superstition is a senseless fear of God
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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.
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I don't try to imagine a God; it suffices to stand in awe of the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it
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The Word of God is the universal and invisible Light, cognizable by the senses, that emits its blaze in the Sun, Moon, Planets, and other Stars.
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I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love
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Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
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All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason.
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The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete: he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it! I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown!.. So the poet is actually a thief of Fire!
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How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
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Why, life must be filled up, and the man who is not capable of intellectual pleasures must content himself with such as his senses can afford
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The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.
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Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.
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Man has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally, he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic
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Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesnt.
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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
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The man who cannot believe his senses, and the man, who cannot believe in anything else, are both insane
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The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.
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The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
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Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
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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.'
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I am perhaps the oldest musician in the world. I am an old man but in many senses a very young man. And this is what I want you to be, young, young all your life, and to say things to the world that are true.
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Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
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Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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