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.
Reality is just a collective hunch.
What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.
Often you have to rely on intuition.
It is through science that we prove, but through intuition that we discover.
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.
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.
Intuition is the clear conception of the whole at once.
Hunches are not to be sneezed at.
My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home