I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

One may say the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

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

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

Almost the chief mystery of life is what makes one do things.