Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense read more

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.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Common sense is not so common.
[Fr., Le sens commun n'est pas si common.]
- Voltaire read more

Common sense is not so common.
[Fr., Le sens commun n'est pas si common.]
- Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire),

'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.

'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father.

If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father.

Whate'er in her Horizon doth appear,
She is one Orb of Sense, all Eye, all aiery Ear.

Whate'er in her Horizon doth appear,
She is one Orb of Sense, all Eye, all aiery Ear.

Sensible people find nothing useless.
[Fr., Il n'est rien d'inutile aux personnes de sens.]

Sensible people find nothing useless.
[Fr., Il n'est rien d'inutile aux personnes de sens.]