Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.

Wonder is the basis of worship.

Wherever life takes us, there are always moments of wonder.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of our science.

What happens to the hopes and dreams and wonder with which every child is born? Can it be that in working so hard to prepare them for their future roles in society, we are neglecting to offer a vision of their place in the universe?

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief without the help of any other argument.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore!

All wonder is the effect of novelty on ignorance.

Our brains are no longer conditioned for reverence and awe. We cannot imagine a Second Coming that would not be cut down to size by the televised evening news, or a Last Judgment not subject to pages of holier-than-thou second-guessing in The New York Review of Books.

After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.