A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Gold was a gift to Jesus. If it’s good enough for Jesus, it’s good enough for me!

The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

In writing, I apply my feminine side and respect the mystery involved in creation.

Gold is hoarded. It’s estimated that 95 percent of all gold ever mined is still around.

Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.

Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.

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

God not only plays dice, but also sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.

God, as Truth, has been for me a treasure beyond price. May He be so to every one of us.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Happiness is a mystery, like religion, and should never be rationalised.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is for the means of freedom and benefit.

If you have faith in our leaders of commerce, don’t buy gold. If you do not have faith in them, maybe you should buy gold or silver.

‚Mystic River‘ just smelled interesting to me. So I read it and liked it right away. Even the dialogue in it was great.

If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a nonworking cat.

One may say the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

How great is the mystery of the first cells which were one day animated by the breath of our souls! How impossible to decipher the welding of successive influences in which we are forever incorporated! In each one of us, through matter, the whole history of the world is in part reflected.

When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.

The world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes.

There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island.

War should only be declared by the authority of the people, whose toils and treasures are to support its burdens, instead of the government which is to reap its fruits.

The only thing wrong with the NBA – or any other professional sport, for that matter – is a wild epidemic of Dumbness and overweening Greed. There is no Mystery about it, and no need to change any rules.

Women. They are a complete mystery.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation.

Gold is good in its place; but loving, brave, patriotic men are better than gold.

Commodities such as gold and silver have a world market that transcends national borders, politics, religions, and race. A person may not like someone else’s religion, but he’ll accept his gold.

The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.

Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

Crazy players love me. I don’t know why.

The reason why I wear gold – I wear gold for three reasons. One, when Jesus was born, three wise men came from the east: one brought frankincense, one brought myrrh, the other one brought gold. The second reason I wear gold is I can afford it. The third reason I wear it, it’s symbolic of my African heritage.

The Indians on board said that thence to Cuba was a voyage in their canoes of a day and a half; these being small dug-outs without a sail. Such are their canoes. I departed thence for Cuba, for by the signs the Indians made of its greatness, and of its gold and pearls, I thought that it must be Cipango.

Unless we place our religion and our treasure in the same thing, religion will always be sacrificed.

I find in my poetry and prose the rhythms and imagery of the best – I mean, when I’m at my best – of the good Southern black preachers. The lyricism of the spirituals and the directness of gospel songs and the mystery of blues are in my music or in my poetry and prose, or I missed everything.

The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.

All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue.

The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life… Learn deeply of the Mind and its mystery, for therein lies the secret of immortality.

Many gold and silver experts will recommend you buy numismatic coins – rare and old coins. If you are not a rare coin expert, I’d encourage you to stay away from them. New investors often pay too much for rare coins that are not really rare.

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don’t know.

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.

Gold is a treasure, and he who possesses it does all he wishes to in this world, and succeeds in helping souls into paradise.

Many admire, few know.

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

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Everything has its limit – iron ore cannot be educated into gold.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.

It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.

I said I would never wear my gold again because it would be insensitive and disrespectful to all the people who died and lost everything in Katrina.

The only things one can admire at length are those one admires without knowing why.

The alchemists in their search for gold discovered many other things of greater value.

I love artists like Prince, who hold on to that element of mystery.

The human body is strange and flawed and unpredictable. The human body has many secrets, and it does not divulge them to anyone, except those who have learned to wait.

Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we’re atheist. Our existence is beyond our understanding. No one has an answer.

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one’s own character to himself.

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.

I was enjoying myself writing, because I don’t know what’s going to happen when I take a ride around that corner. You don’t know at all what you’re going to find there. That can be thrilling when you read a book, especially when you’re a kid and you’re reading stories.