We live on the leash of our senses.
There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.
We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
Our ideas are the offspring of our senses; we are not more able to create the form of a being we have not seen, without retrospect to one we know, than we are able to create a new sense. He whose fancy has conceived an idea of the most beautiful form must have composed it from actual existence.
Taste is only to be educated by contemplation, not of the tolerably good but of the truly excellent. I therefore show you only the best works; and when you are grounded in these, you will have a standard for the rest, which you will know how to value, without overrating them.
The senses do not deceive us, but the judgment does.
Smell is a potent wizard that transports us across thousands of miles and all the years we have lived.
Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.
Half of us are blind, few of us feel, and we are all deaf.
Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
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.
— Socrates
I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.
The five senses are horse sense, innocence, common sense, concupiscence, and nonsense.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.