The sensitive artist knows that a bitter wind is blowing.
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
A talent somewhat above mediocrity, shrewd and not too sensitive, is more likely to rise in the world than genius.
Science rests on reason and experiment, and can meet an opponent with calmness; but a belief is always sensitive.
Britons are good, though often brutal, colonists where they come into relations with entirely uncivilized tribes whose past is so remote as to be forgotten. But they trample with their heavy boots over the sensitive, delicate susceptibilities of an ancient, highly civilized and cultured nation, such as India.
To a poet, it’s quite ruinous to have a poem distorted, out of shape, or squeezed, shall we say, into this tiny screen. But I’m not sure big digital companies are sensitive to the needs of poets.