I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering ’bout the big things and asking ’bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

People go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

The wonders of nature do not seem wonders because they are so common. If no one had ever seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.

In order to be realist, you must believe in miracles.

Something began me—and it had no beginning;
Something will end me—and it has no end.