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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

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.

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.

Mystery and innocence are not akin.

Mystery and innocence are not akin.