He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Be sober, and to doubt prepense, These are the sinews of good sense.
Generally, common sense is rare in the (higher) rank. [Lat., Rarus enim ferme sensus communis in illa Fortuna.]
If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father.
Between good sense and good taste there is the difference between cause and effect. [Fr., Entre le bon sens et le bon gout il y a la difference de la cause a son effet.]
Whate'er in her Horizon doth appear, She is one Orb of Sense, all Eye, all aiery Ear.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.
Common sense is not so common. [Fr., Le sens commun n'est pas si common.] - Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire),
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
. . . 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 don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.
The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.
I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.
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 never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.
The source of genius is imagination alone, . . . the refinement of the senses that sees what others do not see, or sees them differently.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Too quick a sense of constant infelicity.