I wonder if ever a song was sung but the singer's heart sang sweeter! I wonder if ever a rhyme was rung but the thought surpassed the meter! I wonder if ever a sculptor wrought till the cold stone echoed his ardent thought! Or, if ever a painter with light and shade the dream of his inmost heart portrayed!
It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.
I wonder what Jesus would do if He had to reload Windows 95 for the eighth time today ?
Wisdom begins in wonder.
Wonder is the basis of worship.
Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.
He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.
All wonder is the effect of novelty on ignorance.
Stuff your eyes with wonder . . . live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
It was through the feeling of wonder that men now and at first began to philosophize.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
As knowledge increases, wonder deepens.
The world will never starve for want of wonders, but for want of wonder.
Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.
It was through the feeling of wonder that men now and at first began to philosophize.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
Wonders I sing; the sun has set; no night has followed. [Lat., Mira cano; sol occubuit; Nox nulla secuta est.]
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.
Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.
This wonder lasted nine daies.
Wonder [said Socrates] is very much the affection of a philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy than this.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.