None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them. >>
Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness, when bequeat >>
Reply to wit with gravity, and to gravity with wit. >>
What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt held in cohesion by unresting >>
There is something precious in our being mysteries to ourselves, in ou >>
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have >>
Mystery magnifies danger, as a fog the sun, the hand that warned Belshazzar derived its horrifying effect from the want of a body.