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One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, read more
One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man read more
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.
After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two read more
After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two bathrooms . . . both for her. The rest is a mystery, but a mystery I love to be involved in.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a read more
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one read more
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. read more
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and 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.
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
