In mysteries what we know, and our realization of what we do not know, proceed together; the larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder. It is like the quantum world, where the more we understand its formalism, the stranger that world becomes.

Each of us is a specific individual, that one and no other, out of billions. I think each of us knows his own mystery with a knowing that precedes the origins of all knowledge. None of us ever gives it away. No one can. We envelop it with talk and hide it with deeds. Yet we always hope that somehow the others will know it is there, that a mystery in the other we cannot know will respond to a mystery in the self we cannot understand. The only full satisfaction life offers us is this sense of communion. We seek it constantly. Sometimes we find it. As we grow older we learn that it is never complete and sometimes it is entirely illusory.

In each of us there dwells a mystery, and that mystery is the human personality.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

We understand more than we know.

Ultimately, each life is a mystery until we each solve the mystery, and that's where we are all headed whether we know it or not.

Behind each person is an utter mystery, supreme value. The more we recognize this the better we ALL get.

As we acquire more knowledge, things do not become more comprehensible, but more mysterious.

Human minds are more full of mysteries than any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.

Not how the world is, but that it is, is the mystery.

Yet as the world becomes more intelligible, it also becomes more mysterious - not, perhaps, in the sense of being problematic and baffling, but of being immeasurably grander, vaster, more complex, and, indeed, more imaginative than we had supposed.

The fact that the universe is illuminated where you stand — that your thoughts and moods and sensations have a qualitative character in this moment — is a mystery, exceeded only by the mystery that there should be something rather than nothing in the first place. Although science may ultimately show us how to truly maximize human well-being, it may still fail to dispel the fundamental mystery of our being itself.

We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood.

The mystery of life is beyond all human conception. Everything we know is within the terminology of the concepts of being and not being, many and single, true and untrue. We always think in terms of opposites. But God, the ultimate, is beyond the pairs of opposites, that is all there is to it.