Sensation is the sense of existence.
There is no “order of excellence” in the faculties of man. One is as excellent as another. The only difference is in the scope of their activities. We should give play to all according to their strength. This is the profound lesson of Walt Whitman’s writings.
Sensation, Emotion, Intellect, all three, enter into every action. We should conduct our lives as one plays a game of three-handed euchre, where the two players who are behind constantly enter into combinations against the one who is ahead.
Quaff pleasure in sips, not gulps; let it fall like the
manna in the wilderness, a sufficiency daily, not a quantity at once.
Healthy mirth has no reaction. Laughter is lightsome.