Book, Chapter

 1       3, II  |       moved me to tears. What marvel then was it that an unhappy
 2       4, IV  |  thyself by ways that make us marvel. Thus, thou didst take that
 3       5, III |     ignorant in these matters marvel and are amazed; and those
 4       6, XVI |     And I saw and found it no marvel that bread which is distasteful
 5       7, VI  |     them began to read it, to marvel and to be inflamed by it.
 6       9, VIII|  cannot grasp itself? A great marvel rises in me; astonishment
 7       9, VIII|    seizes me. Men go forth to marvel at the heights of mountains
 8       9, VIII|       and yet they neglect to marvel at themselves. Nor do they
 9       9, XVI | remember. This is not much to marvel at, if what I myself am
10       9, XVII|       of memory. It is a true marvel, O my God, a profound and
11      10, XXVI|      I do not know. This is a marvel to me. The extendedness
12      10, XXXI|    mind would be an exceeding marvel and altogether astonishing.
13      11, VIII|    which we, the sons of men, marvel at. For this corporeal heaven