Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once.
It is through science that we prove, but through intuition that we discover.
Reality is just a collective hunch.
What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.
As I'm never going to be old, I'm glad that I never lost my sense of wonder about the world, although I have a hunch it would have happened pretty soon. I loved the world, its beauty and bigness as well as its smallness.
Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch. Faith is waiting.
You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.
Poetry is mostly hunches.
My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home
Reality is nothing more than a collective hunch.
Hunches are not to be sneezed at.
Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.
Often you have to rely on intuition.