The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

The final mystery is oneself.

The final mystery is oneself.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.

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.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of read more

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

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.

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.