Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, read more

I love my neighbor as myself,
Myself like him too, by his leave,
Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf
Came I to crouch, as I conceive.
Dame Nature doubtless has designed
A man the monarch of his mind.

You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my read more

You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.

I have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.

I have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.

I don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.

I don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it read more

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it had missed the point.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.