Open your eyes; you will see the greatness of God.
Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
A man who needs the unusual to make him “wonder” shows that he has lost the capacity to find the true answer to the wonder of being. The itch for sensation, even though disguised in the mask of Boheme, is a sure indication of a bourgeois mind and a deadened sense of wonder.
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Being reveals itself in all its beauty, splendor, and mystery “to him who contemplates it reverently.
When they love you, you’ll know it. If they don’t, you’ll wonder all the time if they do.
The Lord of my life, who calls me to be brave and walk into the unknown, amazing future. I am always awed by the wonder of you.
To speak of sparing anything because it is beautiful is to waste one’s breath and incur ridicule in the bargain. The aesthetic sense- the power to enjoy through the eye, and the ear, and the imagination- is just as important a factor in the scheme of human happiness as the corporeal sense of eating and drinking; but there has never been a time when the world would admit it.
Imagination makes the world
and all the wonders in it.
The seed of every dream unfurls
as you with love begin it!
Dwell on the beautiful miracles of life.