Quotes About Sense

shamed people rarely take stands against injustice. Such a stand would mean they would have to go public, which would only double the shame. Instead, once we are shamed, most of us try to make sense of it by believing we are getting what we deserve. So why would we protest?

Common sense is that layer of prejudices which we acquire before we are sixteen.

a major charge of the argument advanced here is that most social science survey findings are not scientific enough. They violate one's common everyday breeze-tasting sense of life precisely because they do not meet the standards of validity, reliability, and comprehensiveness that the best scientists have always insisted on

All of which is a digression, but it is common sense and perhaps may one day save you from needless terror or from needless cruelty to an innocent animal.

Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow... the creation of new wilderness in the full sense of the word is impossible.

Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow... creation of new wilderness in the full sense of the word is impossible.

Oh, oh!' said Renzo, 'you are a poet!' To comprehend this witticism of poor Renzo, it is necessary to be informed, that in the eyes of the vulgar of Milan, and more particularly in its environs, the name of poet did not signify, as among cultivated people, a sublime genius, an inhabitant of Pindus, a pupil of the muses, but a whimsicality and eccentricity in discourse and conduct, which had more of singularity than sense; and an absurd wresting of words from their legitimate signification.

Il buon senso c'era, ma se ne stava nascosto per paura del senso comune.

At every trifle, scorn to take offence; that always shows great pride, or little sense

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Let Sporus tremble—"What? that thing of silk,Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?"

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense;The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Some who grow dull religious straight commence And gain in morals what they lose in sense.

How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains, Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains: That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace, Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!

Let Sporus tremble — "What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?" Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings, This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings; Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys, Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. But Health consists with Temperance alone, And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense! If once right reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day; Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.

Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move, For fools admire, but men of sense approve;

Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill; But, of the two, less dang'rous is th' offence To tire our patience, than mislead our sense.

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

Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human; to forgive, divine.

By false learning is good sense defaced