I wanted not merely to get up my classics, but to penetrate to the secrets and mysteries which I vaguely understood to be somehow wrapt up in books, though they had not, as yet, been revealed to me. I was disconcerted to find that none of my new acquaintance had any share of this yearning curiosity.

I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in the elusive forms of reality.

I have a need to ask questions that unravel the world.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

The seeker for wisdom must... be prepared to delve deeply, to discover, and to interpret according to the classical keys, the numberless treasures of spiritual and occult wisdom and law which lie beneath the surface of all allegorical writings, littered with debris though that surface may appear to be.

I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

I seek occasional relief in old books. They help me tell the transient from the enduring.

The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

In solitude, I find my answers.

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.

. . . I am hearing all the secret whisperings of the world!

I like to know things. I'm hungry for knowledge.