What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
Good health and good sense are two of life's greatest blessings.
Demosthenes told Phocion, "The Athenians will kill you some day when they once are in a rage." "And you," said he, "if they are once in their senses."
Death,--a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh.
It is enough to fright you out of your seven senses.
There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants.
Even as a surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb,--before in ure he put
His violent engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infested part.
I am almost frighted out of my seven senses.
We hardly find any persons of good sense save those who agree with with us.
Only one thing is necessary: to possess God--All the senses, all the forces of the soul and of the spirit, all the exterior resources are so many open outlets to the Divinity; so many ways of tasting and of adoring God. We should be able to detach ourselves from all that is perishable and cling absolutely to the eternal and the absolute and enjoy the all else as a loan, as a usufruct.... To worship, to comprehend, to receive, to feel, to give, to act: this our law, our duty, our happiness, our heaven.
Talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.
We can feel strongly for primitive man in the dark; for all our science, we have not fully overcome our fear of it or, when human contact is lost, our sense of devastating loneliness in it
He had got death over with, then. He was, in a sense, lucky. Perhaps posthumous life was better than the real thing. Oh God, yes, I remember Enderby, what a man. Eater, drinker, wencher, and such exotic adventures. You could go on living without all the trouble of still being alive. Your character got blurred and mingled with those of other dead men, wittier, handsomer, themselves more vital now that they were dead. And there was oneâs work, good or bad, but still a death-cheater. It wasnât death that was the that was the trouble, of course, it was dying.
I am not having this sort of nonsense, do you hear? You never take art for what it is â beauty, ultimate meaning, form for its own sake, self-subsisting.
The autobiographer can see himself as the only true historian in the sense that he is presenting the life of perennial humanity. In the narrower sense, he provides the raw material for the social historian, demonstrating what it was like to be imprisoned in a particular segment of time.
For we know the world to exist only by our seeing it. You shut eyes in a man's death and in a sense you kill the universe
The conscious act of concentration frees other segments of the senses and the mind to record the current of exterior life
The English language is not yet, except in the nonsense of "Jabberwocky", ready for the fusing of two or more words into a new complex entity.
It is not easy to write nonsense, since everything relates to everything else
To make an illformed sentence like 'Boy out now Wellington transfuse coop'is to write true nonsense, but we are so structured that we will find meaning in it if we can. We will take it that the printer has erred, and that a boy just out of prison in the town of Wellington is willing to cooperate in giving blood for a transfusion
The best-selling formula for our times insists on the combination of frank sex and technical information. The reader enjoys the sex, and, if he feels any shame in this, it can dissolve in a sense of virtue that he is learning how an airport is run, or a bank, or the White House, or a nuclear installation.
If you write fiction you are, in a sense, corrupted. There's a tremendous corruptibility for the fiction writer because you're dealing mainly with sex and violence
Anthony Burgess A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Perhaps a modern society can remain stable only by eliminating adolescence, by giving its young, from the age of ten, the skills, responsibilities, and rewards of grownups, and opportunities for action in all spheres of life. Adolescence should be a time of useful action, while book learning and scholarship should be a preoccupation of adults. The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent, experimentation. It is common sense to take a method and try it, if it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.
I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense
Ah, how society feels itself threatened by the human senses!