Mystery is in the morning, and mystery in the night, and the beauty of mystery is everywhere.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Things that are mysterious are not yet miracles.
There’s always fear of the unknown where there’s mystery.
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seems to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an Agnostic.
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.
Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one’s own character to himself.
Mystery is delightful, but unscientific, since it depends upon ignorance.
