We wonder and thunder until we blunder.

Humility has the opportunity to retain a bit of mystery.

A theory — it’s an admission of a mystery.

Mystery is a category within science — and marriage.

What people understand the least they talk about the most.

Everyday we slap mystery in the face; we do it with a backhand of boredom.

What may never be understood may yet be loved.

A murder is never a mystery; one person always knows who did it.

The greatest unknown is in the closest thing.

We explain; divine eyes roll.

A proverb is a bluster, a saying a mere feather duster.

God hides; this give us a chance to seek.

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