There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seems to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
I had long since given up trying to extract from a woman as it were the square root of her unknown quantity, the mystery of which a mere introduction was generally enough to dispel.[Mais j’avais depuis longtemps cessé de chercher à extraire d’une femme comme la racine carrée de son inconnu, lequel ne résistait pas souvent à une simple présentation.]
As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.
All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.