It doesn't take many people to have a bad sense of humor to get in trouble at a corporation.
I'm a feminist in the true sense of the word. It's about equality.
I went to the actual SVU precinct... and got a really good sense of what it was like.
The chief enemy of creativity is 'good' sense.
There is hope for the future because God has a sense of humor and we are funny to God.
I've got a sense of humor. I'm a funny guy.
I don't personally have a sense that life starts at conception. I don't personally have that sense.
Without a sense of caring, there can be no sense of community.
I didn't make 'The Sixth Sense' because I thought the ending wouldn't work!
I'm not posh or common, I'm in between.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
Contrary to what is generally believed, meaning and sense were never the same thing, meaning shows itself at once, direct, literal, explicit, enclosed in itself, univocal, if you like, while sense cannot stay still, it seethes with second, third and ...
Rationality or consciousness is itself a ratio or proportion among the sensuous components of experience, and is not something added to such sense experience. Subrational beings have no means of achieving such a ratio or proportion in their sense liv...
There are three friends in this world: courage, sense, and insight.
The blind say that eyes have no sense of smell.
There is still no cure for the common birthday.
Life is lived in common, but not in community.
Exclusive homosexuality is not very common in nature.
To engage the written word means to follow a line of thought, which requires considerable powers of classifying, inference-making and reasoning. It means to uncover lies, confusions, and overgeneralizations, to detect abuses of logic and common sense...
Fairytales teach children that the world is fraught with danger, including life-threatening danger; but by being clever (always), honest (as a rule, but with common-sense exceptions), courteous (especially to the elderly, no matter their apparent soc...
As is perhaps obvious, Morris Zapp had no great esteem for his fellow-labourers in the vineyards of literature. They seemed to him vague, fickle, irresponsible creatures, who wallowed in relativism like hippopotami in mud, with their nostrils barely ...
