In any battle between what the ear hears and what the eye sees, the eye wins every time.
I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" "Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" "Bah, your brain isn't on board!
Life it seems a struggle between what we think and what we see
A Beethoven string-quartet is truly, as some one has said, a scraping of horses' tails on cats' bowels, and may be exhaustively described in such terms; but the application of this description in no way precludes the simultaneous applicability of an entirely different description.
The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.
The more clearly one sees this world; the more one is obliged to pretend it does not exist.
I cannot see how a man of any large degree of humorous perception can ever be religious -- unless he purposely shut the eyes of his mind and keep them shut by force.
She looked creepy/adorable.
Close friends, or those in my pay, sometimes call me a literary polymath, while others say that I'm just a shallow dilettante, superficial and breezy, with a faux-naif style.
Faith indeed tells what the senses do not tell, but not the contrary of what they see. It is above them and not contrary to them.
You rhapsodize about beauty, and my eyes glaze. Everything that I love is ugly. I mean really, you would be amazed. Just do me a favor, it's the least that you can do, just don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.
Faith certainly tells us what the senses do not, but not the contrary of what they see; it is above, not against them.
