All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition.

The air I was breathing wasn't air: it was a compound of smells, of meat, sweat, popcorn, cooking fat and passed gas.

We are astonished at thought, but sensation is equally wonderful.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.

Always make the most of every sense; glory in all the pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you.

I see several animals that live so entire and perfect a life, some without sight, others without hearing: who knows whether to us also one, two, or three, or many other senses, may not be wanting?

The eyes have one language everywhere.

Sight is a promiscuous sense. The avid gaze always wants more.