The final mystery is oneself.

The final mystery is oneself.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.

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.

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.

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

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

After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two read more

After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two things -- first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two bathrooms . . . both for her. The rest is a mystery, but a mystery I love to be involved in.

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

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

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.

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.