The spring that brims and ripples oh I know in dark of night.

When we run from darkness, how much do we really know about what we are running from? If we turn away from darkness on principle, doing everything we can to avoid it because there is simply no telling what it contains, isn't there a chance that what we are running from is God?

There are beauties that are more palpable and explicable, and there are hidden and secret beauties… These hidden beauties are commonly by far the greatest, because the more complex a beauty is, the more hidden it is.

I believe that everyone, regardless of their beliefs, deserves the dignity of being called by their name.

She never knew where he was, in what city or on what continent, the day after she had seen him. He always came to her unexpectedly—and she liked it, because it made him a continuous presence in her life, like the ray of a hidden light that could hit her at any moment.

God has hidden mighty and mysterious things for us, not from us.

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.

There was no life above the surface anyway.

Truth strikes us from behind and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight.

I love the wry motto of the Paleontological Society, meant both literally and figuratively, for hammers are the main tool of our trade: Frango ut patefaciam - I break in order to reveal.

The place through which he made his way at leisure was one of those receptacles for old and curious things which seem to crouch in odd corners of this town and to hide their musty treasures from the public eye in jealousy and distrust.