Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.

Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.

The ultimate mysteries are opened only to those who have immense patience.

Never forget: We are alive within mysteries.

There is no greater luxury than meditation. Meditation is the last luxury, because it is the ultimate love affair.

A proper secrecy is the only mystery of able men; mystery is the only secrecy of weak and cunning ones.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.

Yes, there is happiness to be found in the mere contemplation of the deepest mysteries.

The only secret people keep is immortality.

A mystery is something that can never be fully known. There's always more to know about a mystery. And the beautiful thing is, it's a mystery that can capture your whole life. This mystery has the power to not only transform us through an encounter but then actually teach us how to live a eucharistic life, which is a life of self-gift in imitation of Jesus' gift. It makes me want to be able to give myself more and more with, for and in Jesus. It's this mystery that will never be exhausted.

"MYSTERIES, YES

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous

to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the

mouths of the lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever

in allegiance with gravity

while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds

will never be broken.

How people come, from delight or the

scars of damage,

to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those

who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say

"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,

and bow their heads."

I think it's important to live life with a knowledge of its mystery, and of your own mystery.

Mysteries in books were the best kind. The real world was absolutely full of boring mysteries, questions that never got answered and lost things that never got found. That wasn’t allowed, in books. In books, mysteries were always interesting and exciting, packed with daring and danger, and in the end, the good guys found the clues and the bad guys got their comeuppance. Best of all, nothing was ever lost forever. If something mattered enough for the author to write it down, it would come back before the last page was turned. It would always come back.

(Et) l’unique bonheur auquel on peut prétendre
En ce monde, est de croire et non pas de comprendre.