A wise man does not always admit to everything he knows. And sometimes an overly-credulous friend can be a source of mild amusement.”~Sherlock Holmes.
— Stephanie OsbornHe was a fixture of the New Paltz community, an inexplicable light switch in the new apartment that definitely turns something on but you can't quite say what. You flick it whenever you get home and inexplicably feel a sort of relief, promising yourself that you'll figure out the wiring one of these days, but not today. Today, you are a bit too busy and this curious switch isn’t hurting anything by being a mystery.
— Thomm QuackenbushFrankly, I wish I could make my heart quit doing an extra thump when Wolfe says satisfactory, Archie. It's childish.
— Rex StoutThe logic behind patriotism is a mystery. At least a man who believes that his own family or clan is superior to all others is familiar with more than 0.000003% of the people involved.
— Criss JamiWhat you believe determines the way you feel and act... But it doesn't change the truth.
— Steve HoltApparently there were seven stages of grief but that was a neat way of putting it. Grief was messy and didn't colour inside the lines.
— Emily GaleSome things are private. I mean, we're grown-ups now. You don't share everything.
— Sophie KinsellaMargo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
— John GreenOnce I went professionally to an archaeological expedition- and I learnt something there. In the course of an excavation, when something comes up out of the ground, evEryThing is cleared away very carefully all around it. You take away the loose earth, and you scare here and there with a knife until finally your object is there, all alone, ready to be drawn and photographed with no extraneous matter confusing it. That is what I have been seeking TO do- clear away the extraneous matter so that we can see the truth-the naked shining truth.
— Agatha ChristieIf your consciousness is without form, without quality, and without characteristics of any kind, would that not imply that the consciousness in every other being is also formless? And if they are all without form, how can you distinguish their consciousness from your own? What forms would you use to compare them? Isn’t the observing you exactly the same as the observing them?
— Joseph P. Kauffman