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When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of read more
When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.
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.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a read more
Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a letdown, they won't buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book.
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle read more
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.
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.
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.
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.
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.
