It was the experience of mystery - even if mixed with fear - that engendered religion.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

That's the problem with a lot of things these days. Everything is too full now; we are spoon-fed everything. All songs are about one thing and one thing specifically, there is no shading, no nuance, no mystery. Perhaps this is why music is not a place where people put their dreams at the moment; dreams suffocate in these airless environs.

The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.