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The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. read more
The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment. They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.
Mystery is the wisdom of blockheads.
Mystery is the wisdom of blockheads.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.
All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.
Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.
Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.
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.
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.
