The mind of God is a mystery and none can understand it.

Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off.Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. You´re gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

...he asked, Where are you today, right now?Eagerly, I started talking about myself. However, I noticed that I was still being sidetracked from getting answers to my questions. Still, I told him about my distant and recent past and about my inexplicable depressions. He listened patiently and intently, as if he had all the time in the world, until I finished several hours later.Very well, he said. But you still have not answered my question about where you are.Yes I did, remember? I told you how I got to where I am today: by hard work.Where are you?What do you mean, where am I?Where Are you? he repeated softly.I'm here.Where is here?In this office, in this gas station! I was getting impatient with this game.Where is this gas station?In Berkeley?Where is Berkeley?In California?Where is California?In the United States?On a landmass, one of the continents in the Western Hemisphere. Socrates, I...Where are the continents?I sighed. On the earth. Are we done yet?Where is the earth?In the solar system, third planet from the sun. The sun is a small star in the Milky Way galaxy, all right?Where is the Milky Way?Oh, brother, I sighed impatiently, rolling my eyes. In the universe. I sat back and crossed my arms with finality.And where, Socrates smiled, is the universe?The universe is well, there are theories about how it's shaped...That's not what I asked. Where is it?I don't know - how can I answer that?That is the point. You cannot answer it, and you never will. There is no knowing about it. You are ignorant of where the universe is, and thus, where you are. In fact, you have no knowledge of where anything is or of What anything is or how is came to be. Life is a mystery.My ignorance is based on this understanding. Your understanding is based on ignorance. This is why I am a humorous fool, and you are a serious jackass.

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

Love is the magic, mystery, and the beauty of life.

I'd rather strive for the kind of interview where instead of me asking to introduce myself to society, society asks me to introduce myself to society.

To respect a mystery is to make way for the answer.

Life is a great mystery.

Life is holy puzzle.

The miracle of life is indescribable .

The mysteries of life enfold with time.

The wonders of the holy wonder is timeless mystery.

The mystery of the gospel is inexpressible.

The mystery of the moment is indescribable.

Let mystery have a place in you ... leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the wind may bring, and reserve a nook of shadow for the passing bird; keep a place in your heart for the unexpected guest, an altar for an unknown God.

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

The most beautiful experience we can have is the most mysterious ... He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.