Hay smells different to lovers and horses.

The sweetest sounds to mortals given Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar, and is shocked by the unexpected: the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

It was a rich compound of whiskey, after-shave lotion, shoe polish, woolens, and the rankness of a mature male.

The soul may be a mere pretense, the mind makes very little sense. So let us value the appeal of that which we can taste and feel.

Men trust their ears less than their eyes.

Nothing awakens a reminiscence like an odour.

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.

What can give us surer knowledge than our senses? With what else can we better distinguish the true from the false?

All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.