Adventure is worthwhile.

Uncertainty is the refuge of hope.

Both the man of science and the man of action live always at the edge of mystery, surrounded by it.

I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.

The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.

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

The enchanting charms of this sublime science reveal only to those who have the courage to go deeply into it.

Imagination is the Discovering Faculty, pre-eminently. It is that which penetrates into the unseen worlds around us, the worlds of Science.

The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, to add something to the extent and the solidity of our possessions.

Mathematics are the result of mysterious powers which no one understands, and which the unconscious recognition of beauty must play an important part. Out of an infinity of designs a mathematician chooses one pattern for beauty's sake and pulls it down to earth.

Before Christianity became the Roman Empire's official religion in the 4th Century, 'mystery religions,' organized around a central canon of secret knowledge, were widespread. Membership in such religions was limited to people who had passed through secret initiation rituals and had begun to learn a body of hidden knowledge.

Science moves with the spirit of an adventure characterized both by youthful arrogance and by the belief that the truth, once found, would be simple as well as pretty.

Whatever hysteria exists is inflamed by mystery, suspicion and secrecy. Hard and exact facts will cool it.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

Perhaps it's the people whose lives have taken sudden new twists - people who have learned to embrace the creative possibilities of change - who stand the best chance of penetrating life's mysteries.

Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

Hidden nature is secret God.

Alas, nothing reveals man the way war does. Nothing so accentuates in him the beauty and ugliness, the intelligence and foolishness, the brutishness and humanity, the courage and cowardice, the enigma.

I'm interested in the murky areas where there are no clear answers - or sometimes multiple answers. It's here that I try to imagine patterns or codes to make sense of the unknowns that keep us up at night. I'm also interested in the invisible space between people in communication; the space guided by translation and misinterpretation.

The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.

Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

Easter tells us of something children can't understand, because it addresses things they don't yet have to know: the weariness of life, the pain, the profound loneliness and hovering fear of meaninglessness.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

If you lift the romantic element out of my plots, you still have fully formed mysteries. In the same fashion, if you pull the mystery out of a historical romance, you are left with a perfectly satisfying story.

Science is like a love affair with nature; an elusive, tantalising mistress. It has all the turbulence, twists and turns of romantic love, but that's part of the game.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

I am a great admirer of mystery and magic. Look at this life - all mystery and magic.

Art has a double face, of expression and illusion, just like science has a double face: the reality of error and the phantom of truth.

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

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.

The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

By definition, intelligence deals with the unclear, the unknown, the deliberately hidden. What the enemies of the United States hope to deny we work to reveal.

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

We live in an age of technology and science that demands proof, and yet we desire mystery. But when God gives us mystery, we seek to destroy it by gross indifference or childish reasoning.

I've seen plays that are, objectively, total messes that move me in ways that their tidier brethren do not. That's the romantic mystery of great theater. Translating this ineffability into printable prose is a challenge that can never be fully met.

Esoteric or inner knowledge is no different from other kinds of human knowledge and ability. It is a mystery for the average person only to the extent that writing is a mystery for those who have not yet learned to write.

I'm somebody who likes codes and ciphers and chases and artwork and architecture, and all the things you find in a Robert Langdon thriller.

I enjoy privacy. I think it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a lot of the mystery is gone in life, and I'd like to preserve some of that.

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

The problem of evil, that is to say the reconciling of our failures, even the purely physical ones, with creative goodness and creative power, will always remain one of the most disturbing mysteries of the universe for both our hearts and our minds.

Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.

To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

Curiosity is free-wheeling intelligence.

Faith and doubt both are needed - not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.

Each person is an enigma. You're a puzzle not only to yourself but also to everyone else, and the great mystery of our time is how we penetrate this puzzle.

An elusive, enigmatic aura will make people want to know more, drawing them into your circle. Create such a power by hinting at something contradictory within you.

From a young age I was obsessed with the mysterious, the esoteric, the paranormal.

Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

The capacity to be puzzled is the premise of all creation, be it in art or in science.

It is like a voyage of discovery into unknown lands, seeking not for new territory but for new knowledge. It should appeal to those with a good sense of adventure.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.

Understanding is a three-edged sword. Your side, my side, and the truth.

A religion without mystery must be a religion without God.

What's a bigger mystery box than a movie theater? You go to the theater, you're just so excited to see anything - the moment the lights go down is often the best part.

Philosophy and Art both render the invisible visible by imagination.

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.