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

Don’t gain the world and lose your soul; wisdom is better than silver or gold.

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

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

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

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

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

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

Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

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.

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

Respect is one of life’s greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don’t have that?

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.

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

We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery.

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

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

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.

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

Nature is wont to hide herself.

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

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

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

There could be shadow galaxies, shadow stars, and even shadow people.

It’s a mystery. That’s the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it’s mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.

The reproduction of mankind is a great marvel and mystery. Had God consulted me in the matter, I should have advised him to continue the generation of the species by fashioning them out of clay.

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

Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Not only does God play dice, but… he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.

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.

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.

It was the experience of mystery – even if mixed with fear – that engendered religion.

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.

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

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

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.

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.

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.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

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.

An elusive, enigmatic aura will make people want to know more, drawing them into your circle. Create such a power by hinting at something contradictory within you.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

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.

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

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.

The first step towards vice is to shroud innocent actions in mystery, and whoever likes to conceal something sooner or later has reason to conceal it.

If I have cash and I can’t figure a way to put it into real estate or my business, I hold it in gold and silver.

The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.

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.

Both the man of science and the man of action live always at the edge of mystery, surrounded by it.