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.

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.

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

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

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

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

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.

We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.

Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That read more

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.

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

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