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You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.
You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.
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.
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man read more
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.
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.
The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life... Learn deeply of the Mind read more
The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life... Learn deeply of the Mind and its mystery, for therein lies the secret of immortality.
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.'
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.
Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.
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.
