The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.
Your own senses you shall think to the end!
Formation, transformation, The eternal mind's eternal recreation.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.
Every great philosophy... as a whole says always only: this is the image of all life, and from this learn the meaning of your life.
I say one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by an immense, long, deliberate derangement of all the senses.
Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses.
