
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
β Oscar Wilde
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Every man has to learn the points of compass again as often as he awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction.

The love of beauty is mainly the love of measure or proportion.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

No man, one sees, can understand and estimate the entire structure or its partsβwhat are its frailties and what its repairs, without knowing the nature of the materials.

The relation of the Tao to all the world is like that of the great rivers and seas to the streams from the valleys.

I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you, and ask you about them.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

To be sure you know no actual good of me--but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

The best works of art are the expression of manβs struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.

Everything in nature contains all the powers of nature.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.

Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay out doors, even in wet and cold.

It is a mischievous notion that we are come late into nature; that the world was finished a long time ago.

Every day in imagination I made a trip round the world, and I saw many wonders from the uttermost parts of the earth--marvels of invention, treasuries of industry and skill and all the activities of human life actually passed under my finger tips.

We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour; ay, in all the worlds of the ages.