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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.
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.
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.
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.
The ultimate mystery is one's own self.
The ultimate mystery is one's own self.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
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.
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.
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.
