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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.
Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and read more
Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.
Life consists in penetrating the unknown, and fashioning our actions in accord with the new knowledge thus acquired.
Life consists in penetrating the unknown, and fashioning our actions in accord with the new knowledge thus acquired.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. read more
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
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.
Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.
Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise.
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.
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.
