The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is read more

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, read more

One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery read more

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one read more

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. read more

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. read more

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.

Mystery is another name for our ignorance; if we were omniscient, all would be perfectly plain.

Mystery is another name for our ignorance; if we were omniscient, all would be perfectly plain.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.