Nonsense, when earnest, is impressive, and sometimes takes you in. If you are in a hurry, you occasionally mistake it for sense.
Nonsense is that which does not fit into the prearranged patterns which we have superimposed on reality...Nonsense is nonsense only when we have not yet found that point of view from which it makes sense.
When in doubt, make no sense. No sense is good. And nonsense is good.
But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.
See human nonsense as nonsense and save years of trying to make sense out of it.
I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.
Man takes a great deal of pains to heap up riches, and they are but like heaps of manure in the furrows of the field, good for nothing unless they be spread.
Perhaps there is more sense in our nonsense and more nonsense in our 'sense' than we would care to believe.
It takes a heap o' children to make a home that's true,And home can be a palace grand, or just a plain, old shoe;But if it has a mother dear, and a good old dad or two,Why, that's the sort of good old home for good old me and you.
Good nonsense is good sense in disguise.
Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.
To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.
I might not write fiction in the literary sense. But I write very well. My characters are good. My dialogue is good. And my stories are really involving.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
It is curious that some learned dunces, because they can write nonsense in languages that are dead, should despise those that talk sense in languages that are living.