Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul Sweet'ner of life and solder of society.

Happy or unhappy families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us.

I find the family the most mysterious and fascinating institution in the world.

Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge it slays our need for it.

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.

People who don't read seem to me mysterious. I don't know how they think or learn about other people. Novels are a very important part of our education.

The meaning of life is not to be discovered only after death in some hidden mysterious realm on the contrary it can be found by eating the succulent fruit of the Tree of Life and by living in the here and now as fully and creatively as we can.

Over and over again financial experts and wonkish talking heads endeavor to explain these mysterious 'toxic' financial instruments to us lay folk. Over and over they ignobly fail because we all know that no one understands credit default obligations and derivatives except perhaps Mr. Buffett and the computers who created them.

He who knows no hardships will know no hardihood. He who faces no calamity will need no courage. Mysterious though it is the characteristics in human nature which we love best grow in a soil with a strong mixture of troubles.

Mathematics are the result of mysterious powers which no one understands and which the unconscious recognition of beauty must play an important part. Out of an infinity of designs a mathematician chooses one pattern for beauty's sake and pulls it down to earth.

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness even virtue even beauty is mysterious.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

I learned why 'out riding alone' is an oxymoron: An equestrian is never alone is always sensing the other being the mysterious but also understandable living being that is the horse.