If we admit a thing so extraordinary as the creation of this world, it should seem that we admit something strange, and odd, and new to human apprehension, beyond any other miracle whatsoever.
Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
The new always happens against the overwhelming odds of statistical laws and their probability, which for all practical, everyday purposes amounts to certainty; the new therefore always appears in the guise of a miracle.
To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Everything we touch in our daily lives, including our body, is a miracle. By putting the kingdom of god in the right place, it shows us it is possible to live happily right here, right now.
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself.
This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.
Teachers are expected to reach unattainable goals with inadequate tools. The miracle is that at times they accomplish this impossible task.