Quotes About Mystery

You see, Vorarbeiter, in the game of life, it is always preferable to be a man of the shadows, and even the darkness, if necessary. In this way, you run things, but you are never, ever seen.

in the game of life, it is always preferable to be a man of the shadows, and even the darkness, if necessary. In this way, you run things, but you are never, ever seen. You are like a . . . phantom of the opera.

in the game of life, it is always preferable to be a man of the shadows, and even the darkness, if necessary. In this way, you run things, but you are never, ever seen.

How sad. I've just had a walk down The Grange and passed an angry old man from my old church. He just turned round, stood, and glared, shaking his head at me. I don't understand why people are sometimes so hostile and never seem to be able to let go. This poor chap and many like him have attended church every week of their lives, and yet it seems to have had no impact whatsoever on their characters. Alas, it is a mystery indeed.

When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

A marriage...makes of two fractional lives a whole; it gives to two purposeless lives a work, and doubles the strength of each to perform it; it gives to two questioning natures a reason for living, and something to live for; it will give a new gladness to the sunshine, a new fragrance to the flowers, a new beauty to the earth, and a new mystery to life.

We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.

If that thing's [hibernating alien] god... ...gimme that old time religion

New York is an exciting town where something is happening all the time, most unsolved.

If only faces could talk.

Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.

The universe is not only queerer than we suppose; it is queerer than we can suppose

It is beyond my apprehension.

What's in that pipe that he's smoking?

Who is sitting in that empty chair?

We do not know when he is coming. He is coming tomorrow.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

Don't cross me Scooby-Doo. I'm not an old man in a mask waiting to be thwarted by you meddling kids.

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.

Victoria's got her secrets. Hey, so do I!

Careers are funny things. They begin mysteriously and, just as mysteriously, they can end.

Who is this Baby Ruth? And what does she do?