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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.
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?
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a read more
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know read more
We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.
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.
I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so read more
I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.
When I was young, I said to God, 'God, tell me the mystery of the universe.' But God answered, 'that read more
When I was young, I said to God, 'God, tell me the mystery of the universe.' But God answered, 'that knowledge is for me alone.' So I said, 'God, tell me the mystery of the peanut.' Then God said, 'Well, George, that's more nearly your size.'
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.